God Level

They hatin on me cuz I'm black
You saw the target on my back
I tell everyone I'm a hunnit
But I'm really holdin a stack
Already hold all the weight on my back
My service it come with a tax
Only thinkin in percentages
I was on top of the math
Now I'm on top of the map
All of y'all need to relax
It wouldn't benefit you if I snap
I widen the gap
Best believe that I'm leavin you
Where you at
Catch up!
Got control of this shit
So I'm runnin it back
So high I'm blessed up
Not like a preacher
This isn't an act
I'm where the Gods sit
Boy you cap
Ya heart full of nonsense
That must mean
That boy was heartless
Couldn't see I was livin in darkness
So how would I when my heart went?
I'm just tryna make sure that the bars fit
This is confirmation that the bombs hit
Hum do allah (Alhamdulillah)
Like I'm Islamic

Aww shit, Who's allowin this man to talk shit?
Somebody had to have noticed
But they aint sayin nothin
That's boss shit
Y'all niggas better stay focused
I shoot to the money thats off rip
Gotta be quick with the draw
Its takin you too long to process
It's complex
I manipulate the concepts
You playin yaself
Treatin it like its a contest
Can't let a soul
Get in the way of ya conquest
Maintain composure
Cuz we haven't lost yet
Nigga I told you
One of the few that God blessed

Don't go out of my means
By any means
You chasin a dream thats far fetched
They lookin at me
He fresh and he clean
Kind of remind you of Clark Kent
Every blade has a sharp edge
Examine the manner it cuts in
Let people keep the assumption
You're all in a trance
None of you niggas are trusted
I just simply adjusted
You not a baddie girl you busted
Don't bother reachin
Couldn't touch this
You ain't into all of that rough shit
Never trippin never rush shit
Not sweatin it
It's really easy
Peepin the glow, I'm really beamin
Shark in the water
Bitch I'm Willie Beamen
Bitch I'm a demon
Scratch that, Forgot who I was
For a second
Had to pull myself
Outta Depression
Live in the moment, Live in the present
Gettin this lettuce
Rather be King than becomin a peasant
And I'm protected
A natural repellent
I roll by myself, These niggas be zealots
Dimmin my light bcuz I'm angelic

Aww shit, Who's allowin this man to talk shit?
Somebody had to have noticed
But they aint sayin nothin
That's boss shit
Y'all niggas better stay focused
I shoot to the money thats off rip
Gotta be quick with the draw
Its takin you too long to process
It's complex
I manipulate the concepts
You playin yaself
Treatin it like its a contest
Can't let a soul
Get in the way of ya conquest
Maintain composure
Cuz we haven't lost yet
Nigga I told you
One of the few that God blessed



Credits
Writer(s): Kei Pasch'l
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