[Hook]
Man we them n***as, them motherf**ing n***as
Like Wu-Tang I tell you nobody f**ing with us
I might lose my liver the way I'm sipping liquor
Not my fault it makes the problems go away more quicker
Damn they lookin' bitter yea they lookin' bitter
They just mad that my wrist is colder than the winter
It's cuz we them n***as, them f**ing n***as
Like Wu-Tang I tell you nobody f**ing with us
[Verse]
Let me start flexing expensive clothes from the boutiques that I shop at
Balenciagas I copped that, Margielas I copped that, Dior Jeans I rocked that
In my past life a legend, I'm heaven sent, I need my spot at the top back
Man you n***as is whack so get back to the back or get forced to dropped back
You don't want it with me
You don't want it with me, man I'm one with the beat
So just point out the target I'll hunt and defeat, k**ing all of these bums easily
Dad sold that stuff in the streets, so to me
I feel like I need to follow his foot steps that's why every verse is a ki
Murdering Spree, when I put my
Words on a beat man I'm cooking with heat
Trying to make bucks of these hooks like Kareem
And I promise I will, put that on god
I'm the GODFROMTHEX and the working don't stop
But right now I got Arenas on my feet n***a
Near future arenas filled with feet n***a
Don't speak, you're weak compared to me, capisce n***a?
Rip mics but till me you never seen thriller
A n***a hungry no Ramadan
But my wrist colder than some Haagen Daz
Till the f**ing day I die I'm a rhyme
Shoutout to my n***as that gonn' ride or die
[Hook]