Fred The Godson - Call Me The God lyrics

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 sponsored links 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.