Naj isDope - God, Neptune lyrics

[Intro] It's time I flex God, Neptune [Verse 1] The sun don't shine over here High crime, n***as dying over here Dopehead owe 15 on the 16th? Soul gone, leave his mind over there This just a cold city, and still None of these n***as could flow with me These out of town women love the NY Get all hype off that Brooklyn swag Think they know Biggie, No Biggie they take shots Ga**ed up I let them start, new rules, no spots Find a better park, I raised a couple pups So I could let them bark And plus my future brighter than that metal spark Been dope since your kinfolk had a pinto Borough where these frauds talk a lot But they been broke One phone call Shedding blood out the blue True story, cuzzo been loc I'm like God, Neptune [Hook] God, Neptune God, Neptune [Verse 2] Last night Had a dream I was the man again Woke up saw a mirror "Hey I'm the man again" They keep asking "yo What happened to Ya mans and them?" They think it's internal conflicts Bout whose the man within But basically that bad business we was standing in Had my family and friends Asking if they could handle it Wrapped some bandages round that Bad management damaging branding Jamming the plan again Standing rambling mannequin See what I did there When I'm finished Just wanna see what I did here Maybe I could be that brooklyn's finest No officer just a gentleman New school rich gere Old soul, New style, New flows Cold world, Kids need new clothes It's crazy when you cut from a different cloth You could always find new foes and hoes I'm like God, Neptune [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm too grown for pity pat with kitty Kats Don't pity rats b**hes feel me Where Ya titties at In the city smacked Shorty roll up I applaud her Hit it once She wishin Im her child father Why bother I acquire Then I slaughter Married to the grind Like what the f** is a garter But I been f**ing with this b**h Named life Middle name Trife Blood, sweat, and tears I guard her But It ain't the same in CI The Fight against self and health Got n***as with a closed mind No ball talent Shoes going up on the clothesline n***as don't pray to God We idolize Hov lines Thought I told you cold world? In frigid waters I'm Jack with old girl This just the tip of the iceberg Floating on the hope of the door to success stressed Til I see God, Neptune