God Arc Type 2(Don’t Call My Shit)

Fucckkkk

My phone keep on ringing, I'm hearing demons

Bitch get the fuccccckkkkkkkk

The fuck you been thinking, you looking for meaning

I'm giving you none

Go sleep on the sun

Tired of ya bitchin and crying, tired ya winning and lyin

Tired of you looking for signs

Stars in ya eyes like ya dying

All on my line line, like I'm lion

King of the jungle

Your life I just juggle

I plug in the auxx

Ignoring your calls

No fuck to this shit, lost all of those thoughts

Sin nick ly crazy, don't need an appraisal

Just watch how I fade you

Like apple no auxx

Bitch I got tired of your jaws

Fuck I just deal with withdrawal

Niggas just wait on my ball

Calling my phone like my dawgs

Y'all was just hating before

Said you going wait on my fold

I guess you going wait for some more

Said they'd get tired of my flow

Said I was boring different

Looking like one of my minions

Niggas really infringing

Ya phony and fakes

Get the fuck out my lane

For I get in your face

Don't call me lil bitch

Ya wasting time

Imma waste you away

Dear lord going take you away

Done wit da talking them choppas going scrape you
Them bullets go straight through
You see that I hate you
I see all these fake rules

Bitch I been clipping since birth
Distorted I get I'm worth
Once was a blessing
Now I'm feeling so cursed

Live wit no feelings at birth
I swear I'm not human

So just stop assuming
You know what I been through
Breaking my voice in the booth

Writing it down to the fin

Fuck all that shit from back then

Stay off my shit when you seeing the win

Don't get mad cause you dooky

Why I'm just dealing it losely

Conclusion -
Fuck cook for removing the aux

Fuck wit da king you be gone

Faceless remaining the don

Racist come fuck wit ya boy

I show you your life, when it's destroyed

Bitch don't call my shit