Gawd

Intro
Yeah Steves J. Bryan
It’s the golden child you know
Feel like I’m the sun, shine on you motherfuckers
Yo steady what up

Verse
The Game Is turning y’all to bitches it’s about time y'all bring the man out
As long as I got my life imma always keep it real and stand out
You don’t feel me I don’t really give a fuck cause I’m still gonna cash out
At the end of the day man, it’s all about what you’ve collected fore you pass out
Bitches love the kid, but the kid is a man now
If you can’t add up to this money making plan please get the fuck out
Yeard I follow my rules and shit I gotta keep it moving bitch
As long as my clocks keep ticking I promise to kill this shit

Chorus
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)

Verse
Winning is a habit to be great you gotta practice
And I know that I’m the greatest
Ain’t no fake I gotta back this
They ask if I’m really able cause I’m surrounded with rabbits
I’m turtle who won the race it’s not about who’s the fastest
Now let’s blast this fully automatic flow
I go go gadget go inspired by kings my soul’s been wired to the heaven
I spit holy flames and I desire to bring light
So what you think you could run this shit
Pussy… imma snatch yo mic and you run it quick
Look here… I’m the man I’m the boss and shit (woo!)
When I demand I receive it quick
Told the universe I need success and hits
Then I prayed the lord, and he got it done quick (woo!)
Let’s Praise the lord I keep faith
Let’s Praise the lord cause I keep faith
Now it’s one plus seven and I wanna be great wait
I already am yes I’m great now I gotta put the cake
In my plate get a Rarri sunshine plate
Cruise down south beach M.I.A
Everything will happen if the pictures straight
So give me contracts give me tours give me Grammies get my family straight

Chorus
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)
Get the fuck out my face (the fuck out my face the fuck out my face Yeard)
Bitch don’t fuck with my mood (don’t fuck with my mood don’t fuck with my mood Yeard)

Outro
Yeah fuck you niggas man it’s the dandi boy you know
High mind entertainment we out there
Penzeu what’s up you niggas know the deal
Hey yo pimp I know you gon blast this shit nigga high mind