Fearofgod

[Verse 1: Blvck Svm]

Spaceship slidin on shuriken, scrape the street up
Pilot got that pressure, the cockpit millions of feet up
Learned the game quick, I ain’t have much of a lead-up
Now I teach my techniques to my youngins like Pat Morita
They ain’t know I’m that nigga like Derek Jeter
I honestly didn’t either till Bleach got me off the bleachers
And threw me straight in the jungle, initially stumbled, quickly recovered from early fumbles Emergеd even more hungry and humblе
Momentum never gon crumble rumble, young man rumble
New Stussy came in a bundle, hand-wash and air-dry or tumble
Mumble for reference, the words absent or jumbled
The flows and/or my clothes are slowly forming a puddle
I took a lot of rejections but finally put Mutombo on poster
Need no inspections on carats I put my grill on a coaster
I add a second to bolster like underconfident grocer
Extendo clip my composure now it’s too big for my holster
They give a lot excuses when confronted about their lack of faith
In maximum hustle mode I can clear a couple racks a day
Clean, no shade to the dirty money
If it wasn’t for some trappers you wouldn’t have heard this from me
You thought my groutfit was bummy? this is Fear of God, shorty
No worries, honest mistake, it’s not essential to know
No insurance on the rental whip it gentle and slow
My luxury bag expanding like my pencil Girbaud