I make believe, speak convincing
Past you f** a fiction, miles says you got to make me leave
These words I'm tryina make em see
I can feel it in my fingers like I'm breaking weed
I'm in the bentley, check my archives, say it
And who did, got a hard drive, n***a save it
Get it? Hard drive, save it
But what y'all jerkin off, f** who you came with
I live this sh**, this ain't a movie though
I'm who they go to when they wanna hear some sh**
Now this the difference,
I got a crib and a studio, your crib is a studio
We got different ranks
My re up is a key up
You don't like the way I handle the rap
n***a d up, cleared out, isolation
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Acapela this last line for observation
[Hook]
I got d** for your brain
Trap house what I rap about like I'm tying up your friends
Like I'm supplyin you with cane
Got the rap world sayin well snap
Just call me the god, just call me the god
Just call me the god, just call me the god
I got bars for you n***a
My flow would make her laugh, I'm comical with it
I get p**y behind these bars conjugal visits
Get em off me, I'll give all your crews a fix
Never cross me
Damn did it, we could split a verse for those
If not tryina pai me, stop it baby like birth control
All day I've been copped in
A fish scale in the crib, weighting my options
By the morning's gonna fly
When it touched down, n***as gonn pump it till it's dry
And my soul they gonn buy
Buy mt hard count get the feds jumpin off sides
I get you on hit
I got the bull's eyes on a shirt like she workin for target practice
cleared out, isolation
Acapela this last line for observation
[Hook]
I got d** for your brain
Trap house what I rap about like I'm tying up your friends
Like I'm supplyin you with cane
Got the rap world sayin well snap
Just call me the god, just call me the god
Just call me the god, just call me the god
I got bars for you n***a.