I'M.A.GOD

Yeah, yeah
Huh, Illusion X
Aye, yuh, aye

Bitch I'm a god, aye
Better bow down to the boy
Bitch I'm a god, yeah
Better quiet down with the noise
Bitch I'm a god, aye
Better bow down to the boy
Bitch I'm a god, yuh
Better quiet down with the noise

Playing devil's advocate
Yeah
Never asked for any of this
Now I'm straight up rappin' shit
Uh, I just write the lyrics, you interpret it
I try to take it serious
Uh, some people just way quick to judge
If they try to ask "where Reece is?"
Tell em that I miss recess to rap the plaques
And if they doubt, just tell em' Reece say's
Bitch I'm a beast, there ain't no beauty in me
Better let the king speak, rabbit runnin' from the trees
You be mixing it up like Chong and Cheech
I mean all of the above, there's no tongue in cheek
You be superficial as fuck, bite on the fishhook
Collected in the net, tied up by internet look
I tell it how it is, cause you cowards won't do it
You think it is a diss, you self centered bid', threw shit
Aye, I am no better than you and you are no better than I
Aye, it's not a privilege to know you, you just a guy
Yeah, ay, yeah
We all some fucking gods, some wear a disguise
Yeah, ay, some people look to the skies
But I look through my eyes
Yeah, so

(An invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do,
And if you do any of these 10 things he has a special place, full of fire)
(If you're a Christian, it means that your guardian angel is watching you
But if you're not a Christian, like Christianity it's like um
It means that you're you're own god)

Bitch I'm a god, aye
Better bow down to the boy
Bitch I'm a god, yeah
Better quiet down with the noise
Bitch I'm a god, yuh, yuh, yuh
Better bow down to the boy
Bitch yeah I'm a god, yuh
You better fuckin' quiet down with the fuckin' noise

Uh I'm a god, he's a god, she's a god
We some gods, pick a god, any god

Slept on me like a goodbye, anxious of the system
I got alarms in every house
And he's in the pill bottles and said to keep the arms back
Shooters tryna knock a guy off of his high horse
And they don't even know who the fuck they fight for
But shooters must shoot over the bible
Catch a holy spirit and they call it revival
I call it survival
Guns to the side there
Not the ones they pray to, but the one that's inside there
Aimed at the violent, stop all the fightin'
Children are dying in the name of a deity
The blind of our leaders and they leading us blindly
Never trust a man, only trust the inner god
And if your friends are fake, cut them out like a guillotine
Huh good riddance, woah oh my god, huh woah huh

Okay, time to talk to YRR
Okay, intercept the call
He should get it about now
It's dialing
There we go
Right on time
I'll answer...
"hello?"



Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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