God's Seat.
Chillin' on a God's seat
Wishin' you a Godspeed
Feelin' like Messi cuz' they know that I got speed
Checkin' your work and I know what you copied
Doin' this beat like what every other cop did
Let me tell you how all of this started
I'm a star kid
I come from a star seed
Which dropped in a sunbeam
That's the explanation how I only drop heat
Drop beat
Drop-kickin MCs like Abe Coleman
How you claim original when all your flows stolen
My drip gettin' bigger bruh, feeling like I'm swollen
Fuck P.T. Barnum, I'm the greatest showman
Burn your ideas, they're not good enough to show man
If I cross the street, you know that's a bad omen
Good kid but I can be badly spoken
Been beat down but never ever broken
Never ever choking
All the pain that I soaked in
Masses not awoke, sleepy like a sloth and
Actin slow-motion, it's a slippery slope
Everybody fake now, lyin' like a pope
Everybody fake now, lyin' like a pope
Everybody fake now, lyin' like
Teach me how do you cope all the stress on the globe
Tried to buy all of the sneaks and the clothes
Once or twice even considered a rope
But I could never leave all my family and bros
How do we choose to live if it's all bad
Or maybe we are scared to see eye-to-eye with death
I hope it's all worth all the tears that I shed
All of it was for gettin' family some bread
Life's good, don't let these thoughts in your head
'Fore I die that's the message that I wanna spread
'Fore I die-die wa-wa-wa spread
Wishin' you a Godspeed
Feelin' like Messi cuz' they know that I got speed
Checkin' your work and I know what you copied
Doin' this beat like what every other cop did
Let me tell you how all of this started
I'm a star kid
I come from a star seed
Which dropped in a sunbeam
That's the explanation how I only drop heat
Drop beat
Drop-kickin MCs like Abe Coleman
How you claim original when all your flows stolen
My drip gettin' bigger bruh, feeling like I'm swollen
Fuck P.T. Barnum, I'm the greatest showman
Burn your ideas, they're not good enough to show man
If I cross the street, you know that's a bad omen
Good kid but I can be badly spoken
Been beat down but never ever broken
Never ever choking
All the pain that I soaked in
Masses not awoke, sleepy like a sloth and
Actin slow-motion, it's a slippery slope
Everybody fake now, lyin' like a pope
Everybody fake now, lyin' like a pope
Everybody fake now, lyin' like
Teach me how do you cope all the stress on the globe
Tried to buy all of the sneaks and the clothes
Once or twice even considered a rope
But I could never leave all my family and bros
How do we choose to live if it's all bad
Or maybe we are scared to see eye-to-eye with death
I hope it's all worth all the tears that I shed
All of it was for gettin' family some bread
Life's good, don't let these thoughts in your head
'Fore I die that's the message that I wanna spread
'Fore I die-die wa-wa-wa spread
Credits
Writer(s): Davit Tamazashvili
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