[Intro: Lord Godly]
Aye
G.O.D.L.Y
Lord G.O.D.L.Y
[Esquire]
(You ain't talking to me, cuz i ain't no b**h)
[Godly]
G.O.D.L.Y
[Verse 1: Lord Godly]
Im fed up
(Why)
n***as really think that I ain't really doing sh**
n***as really think but
They ain't really provin' sh**
But I always want some more
On my Metro Boomin sh**
Can't take n***as serious they think they got a name
You don't own
Or run sh**
All the sh** you say you claim
Tote that .45 around yo' waist n***a
I'll hit the delete bu*ton and make space n***a
The room goes silent when I call for competition
I win by default in every race n***a
It's all fun and games til' I get mentioned
n***as voices disappear and I can feel the tension
Don't speak if you two weak n***a
I ain't talking bout option if you decide to skip detention
I treat n***as like substitutes
They don't mean sh**
They just there to fill in for another dude
You girl ask me what i wanna do
So I bust a nut or two
I swear it feel Godly to be me
You gone need God just to beat me
I played this for God
He started noddin' his head
And said
"damn Godly! put this on repeat"
I swear I stay hot
You need preheat
If I pay attention
I want the receipt
I'm top notch
Like im ellite
And the GOAT my n***a
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Either let me be Godly
Or die tryna' stop me
It's your pick really
I don't wanna have to off a n***a in the field
Cuz' it gets real
Turn to solider, boy
If a n***a wanna get silly
[Chorus: Lord Godly & Esquire]
I'm a real n***a
Never cop a feel n***a
In the field n***a
Always wit my real n***as x4