A$AP Ty Beats - Toast to the Gods lyrics

[Verse 1] I daydream pretty women out in Beijing Paris Celine hop up in that Saline I chase dreams, white man but the face green Same thing 'err day, 'err thing gleam f** my reply, the bank do the statements Had me with my savings, I was saving in my savings Two or three bedroom shack I was raised in The condos out in Jersey full of Jay West paintings Talk to the boy how you talk to the Lord Talk to these broads how I talk to my dog Marc Jacob plates, Margiela rugs My boys make smores out you marshmallow thugs Hop up out the first cla**, hop into that E-cla** Cut raw, cut school, I ain't ever see cla** If so, I was cutting in my n***a Steve's cla** School of hard knocks, graduated with a G pa** G-Code, Street code, fake n***as; cheat code n***as trying to turn fake sh**: green, cheap gold I dont know how they do it for the freak show But I ain't even go beast mode So we toast [Verse 2] f** the pearly gates, I'm hanging by the steps Cause my target is my goal and I'm aiming for the best I'm good at what I do, but I'm coming for the best spot On the road to greatness, success is the next stop I dont even rest, (Nah) even at a rest stop I toast with the Gods, tell these haters take they best shot I'mma be that motherf**er 'till my breath stop I guess for now call me step pop [Verse 3] We toast for the night and drink for the day The god shed a tear providing us rain What a shame from the pain cause we used to being slaves Made a change from the whips, shackles and the chains But nowadays man seem a little strange Trade his soul for the whips and the chains, what a change! No, I couldn't tell you what the difference is But I could tell you what the business is I was getting dividends, probably spending Benjamins Both kind of synonyms, in the same sentences Tell me what a good Christian is Better yet; When Christmas is Waiting on my presence, I must be a gift from heaven Cause im toasting with the Lord, somebody let the b**hes in