KiddDaLegend - £¥E Of GØD lyrics

[Verse 1] (00:11) I as in me, myself and who else?/ Put my back to the wall, but love thyself/ Got hands on a bike with no handle bars/ Got a handle on the pen when I deliver bars/ Silhouettes of shadows, demons haunt the shallow/ Trynna learn how to pick a fight and fight that battle/ Only whipped to the hustle, never to any labels/ Only whipped to real love, no promiscuous ladies/ Alimony is "All I's Money", no half on the table/ Aristocracy is a dream made match for America/ Oligarchies become formed off of h**n and war d**/ Seen the course that it's taken, trafficking ain't enough/ We need more bodies, more oil, more terrorism/ More paper dollars, so these countries meet the perils/ You see the currency is currently the currents you seek/ I've been advised, not the box, but the spectrum inside/ That the currency is currently as worthless apparently/ As two pennies with some lint in between/ God Bless AmeriKKKa is what you really mean/ Waitin' on the second coming, hopin' Jesus intervenes/ And that's a long, long time coming/ 100-meter dash, I can see Illuminati runnin'/ This sh** right here, my eye goin' on its 4th year/ Bow Flex ya girl, do about ten right here/ Messin' with the type that's un-f**-withable/ Basically untouchable, might be a Dravidian/ Most likely a winner and less likely a litigant/ I'm serious, without the XM/ The world's a cold war, f** a best friend/ What happens when you watch television/ Because all they do is tell you and you listen/ I deal with non fiction, don't get it twisted/ //// But Love never fails, for justice shall prevail/ [Hook] (01:29) In the eye of God/ Mentally stacked 7-feet tall/ I'm lyrically k**in' you all/ Bodybags stacked on the wall/ Coroners pannin' the block/ 5-0 on the property from atop/ Hands on the wheel, while I drop the top/ That I never got, my only shot/ Chase the fame but won't sh** change/ Wastin' dollars on a high range/ I already seen it all/ [Verse 2] (01:47) The end is nigh but n***as is too high/ Everybody got a connect, a plug or some guy/ Can't tell the difference between a snake and a fly/ One listens in and then plots on your dividends/ The other listens in, then them boys at yo' residence/ A n***a got them feather friends, fly away when sh** get thick/ Be the first ones to tell you that they down with the sh**/ Be the first ones gone when it's time to split/ Be the same ones in court when found who snitched/ //////// ////////////////