Jae Tips - Lafayette Gods lyrics

[Verse 1 Phil Walker] Now All praise this n***a God bless 44's and the trigger Smoking gun quitter Reading Psalms of the blicker Verse 2 hearse you wrote the scriptures So I determine ya faith Put dope in that ba** Razor buck 150 ya face All In the spot in the place You can press this young Harlem cat I come out smoother then Mase And I'm back at it gA gA gA again Said she brought her girl over Said don't look at her friend Well I can pretend but I'm thinking Karen "super head" And last name be Stephens They jumped in my Benz I chauffeured (mmmhjhjmmmm) I threw dick in her friend! Moral of the story right? Pimped her like I'm dolomite Went for 3 real clutch Robert horry like Brighter then a solar light Haters like I know he right Pushing all that snow I never pedal like a motor bike I'm outa sight & out my mind Lacerations on the pigmentation cuz Digging through they minds I believe im the God of Rap! These n***as can't hold me back!!!! Throw up signs like zodiac See me snapping for the cheese so y'all know that I can trap Drinking snapples Flip the top because I'm looking for the facts f** the lies play ya cards right I ain't trynna deal with that uhh! It like a hidden agenda Ill never surrender My state of mind gone it be back in November We slaughter beginners I come off like hinna You go lost like cinda-rella But a fella So I'm aiming at slippers You naming I'm banging the game is the stainless act tuff u Acquainted My n***as bout they business so they suited for cases, so f** the patients [Verse 2 Jae Tips] My girl want a crib and we Planning on a move Got fired from my job But I'm still on my 2s Carolina blues f** nudies and trues Cause they all in the hood like that penny n***a shoes Sipping on the booze In my Jordan Number 2s Somewhere out in soho But should be on a cruise I be on the move New n***as on the block I'm from where chickens on garm showing titties don't pop And where n***as n***as throwing Dirt for wrong hoes You heard fleeshard These n***as go hard s**ing all this dick need a knee guard You wanna be us We wanna be god A God What u say gawd I'm on that f**ing muthaf**ing juice Like I'm a rod We don't play fair We just play cards Got b**hes in the city swiping Goyard Young Dum hoes on that dum sh** 100 b**hes in line cause I don't cum quick Boogie down Bronx and I run sh** Bumping that Dom K In my Don C Trill n***a I am Sipping don P Ball so hard I'm chauncey Get these wack muthaf**as up off me Jacking my style ill torch em Wrote alot of verses out of boredom But now its all for the fame and the stardom Real n***a I'm a muthaf**ing problem Grew up balling outta Harlem Little east I'm a muthaf**ing beast But now I'm flooding these streets With this muthaf**ing heat k**ing these beats Bow bow With this automatic flow Gunning for the top and we gunning for the dough betccch