God’s Gold Teeth

[Part 1]

[Intro]
See just how I feel
Yeah
Yeah, uh
See just how I feel
Yo, yo, yo
Check it out tho, check it out tho
Check it out tho, check it out tho

[Verse 1]
Big stunts like Jackie, my shit is heat
Cause my shit is neat, y’all niggas been looking so tacky
Ya need help just ask me
Pump weed like most niggas move rock
Bumpin 2Pac throwing money in the shoebox
Niggas that’s fake get baked, Melissa
And y’all know that my shit is the scripture
Standing there looking wack with ya hoes
Like I can’t touch both with a paintbrush stroke
Matter fact imma put it like this
If you only got two you better savor them bitches
Don’t even open your mouth tryna talk to the man if you’re not an investor
Don’t pull up unless I request ya
If you here than that means that I blessed ya
I hope one of you snakes say it straight to my face you’ll make this prophecy real
Ya bitch said I got poppin' appeal
So I just went out and got me a deal
Hit that make a bitch malfunction
Got the pussy bussin' like a 40 cal dumping
Bed sound like a drill beat wild thumping
If y’all don’t want y’all bitches I’ll pump em
I’ll pump em, I’ll pump em
If y’all don’t want y’all bitches I’ll pump em
Aye I put that dick in her infrastructure
I’d be surprised if I didn’t fuck her
Nobody before me, end of the story, I do inventory
Take note of the shit that does not appeal, and cop steel
If you got to be real, you’ll see how I feel

[Part 2]

[Intro]
Yo
Yo, yo
Yo, yo

[Verse 2]
And y’all bitch niggas never gotta gimme no props
Call me son cause a nigga to hot to stop
It’s the wizard don’t be stupid, I’m classified Keter not euclid
I don’t waste time I just loop it
Cause I forever wrestle with the storm in my heart
Pickin' up the pieces from whatever done tore me apart
You full of shit like depends but intend on bein' friends
I know that you were wishing this nigga would see his end
But nah, nope
No, no, no, no
I won't go ghost, I won't go ghost, I won't
Dat's on the first page of yo pamphlet that was handed
To you at the beginning of this course it’s the standard
Where I go she goes and her ex niggas ego
And we could get the money but y’all niggas is funny
Cause if we like the same things, and fuck the same women
From the same cloth we stitched together like denim
Foul landlords holding the blocks, like monopoly
I play the Jesus figure in this whole rap theology
As far as I’m concerned tough boy still ballin
And I’ll spit the fire next time like James Baldwin
You all up in my phone like we got the same calling
You scared to hit the square and I put the pain all in
The mad fucking wizard I exist in the world
And if I’m not reality then I exist in your girl
And you can’t prove Santa ain’t real with this
Cause every day Christmas when I rip shit, lil bitch
Eternally yours, love the motherfuckin' tough boy
Results like google, when I search and destroy
Nigga