Godz Complex (feat. DOR4DO)

Ten Toes shit
What we doing bro?
Hold on mmmmhmmm
Ay
Ay
These my brothers from the sand
My homie died with gun in hand
This sum shit I won't even try to get these niggas to understand
I was told to just keep my head up and stick to the plan
Always had a God complex
Before I stacked a band
You ain't take no trips
You don't know the risks
It don't make no sense
How a bitch a switch
Then preach 'bout being real
And I'm like what's the deal?

My trap ain't been hitting
This a time where you can't humor me
I was alway the type to keep quiet when the money speak
I was young and reckless Ian have too many OGs
Surrounded by fiends who got clammy hands and really skittish feet
Stuck up in a ditch
Down up on my dick
Then I met a bitch
Who caught my eye and said she'll keep it real
Ay niggas had to heal
Ain't that sum shit?

Ay
Uh
Seem like all my life
Had to improvise
Tried to take me by surprise
I couldn't wait to send him high
Writing high right now kinda feeling like I'm hypnotized
Still waiting for the revolution to be televised
Swiping for air
For the sauce he so desperate
I felt like a war child
Whole time a young veteran
He heard them bitches whizzing and that's when his soul left him
I'm in the kitchen whipping with the devil two stepping
Ay
Dancing with the devil
Ay
And I say
Uh
Uh

These my brothers from the sand
My homie died with gun in hand
This sum shit I won't even try to get these niggas to understand
I was told to just keep my head up and stick to the plan
Always had a God complex
Before I stacked a band
You ain't take no trips
You don't know the risks
It don't make no sense
How a bitch a switch
Then preach 'bout being real (What the fuck?)
And I'm like what's the deal?

Uh
I swear the gods a immaculate mackin Mexican
Type to bring all da bad bitches in
These niggas sit and hate
But I'm really sending bullets man
There ain't no debate
These barz harder than holdin a 10 minute plank
Tossed yo bitch cuz ha pussy stank
I come around these bitches all fuckin faint
They all say "da god" so fine
Ahead of my time
The man that control the crime
And all Imma do is shine
I'm jus usin my god given gift
Say the wrong words'll getchu smacked wit da 5th
Everything's you speakin of is a myth
Collecting my riches while fuckin bitches
Handing out stitches
Lasher show for da dough
Spying on a kid like Kabuto
Told that hoe I ain't payin for nothing
She gotta be bluffin
Slicker than tufoil
Remain loyal wit bars hotter than water when it starts to boil
Third lung to be hung
For when I'm chiefin'
Up in Cleveland at da Four Seasons
Uh
Yuh
I'm gone



Credits
Writer(s): Judah Hassan
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