God Level

[Verse 1: Novatore]
Everything that I desire is entirely
Within my reach, it's in my soul where the fires breathe
Can still get wild but the person you aspire to be
Is tired of defilin', in time it's gotten vile to me
Ugh! And mixing whiskey with the soda's over
Still when I'm a senior pack a pistol in the shoulder holster
Just 'cause I'm gone don't mean the show is over (Nah!)
I'm bolder than I was, don't need to show the fact I'll fold a soldier
I ditched the villains who could only pillage and destroy
I'm breathin' life into the very thing that I enjoy
Fiction transformed to fact, visions manifested
Livin' in The Matrix where my limitations undetected
Followers sayin' he's a god to me
The second coming is my seventh son in my discography
And every record that I sell, I'm the Sole Creator
Creative soul, it's pen to paper 'til I meet the maker

[Chorus: Novatore]
Listen, I birthed a lot of shit
I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip
But still you fronting like I’m not legit
Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit
Listen, I birthed a lot of shit
I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip
But still you fronting like I’m not legit
Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit

[Verse 2: Chris Crack]
I've been the dopest, nobody told me that I could do this
So I'm folding you little guys up, you try to sit home on your phone
You could never get as high as us, you wanna come sit at our table, you wasn't fly enough
It's just some big old shit gettin' my dick sucked watchin' crypto tips Your shit trash how you missed those hits? Plugged in and how you get those kicks?
I'm kinda trippy, what you mix those with? I ain't gon' sweat it
I'm tomato to ketchup, you just what? Let's not overstep it
You just king to some checkers and you never let 'em know if you stressin'
Huh! I won't go into nothin' extra 'cause I ain't dry snitchin', now it's bye bitches
Can't be the king of the parking lot forever, no one better than mad scientists
No clients and this thing hit you, heard the screech of the tires
Damn! she just here to make sure I take all my vitamins

[Chorus: Novatore]
Listen, I birthed a lot of shit
I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip
But still you fronting like I’m not legit
Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit
Listen, I birthed a lot of shit
I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip
But still you fronting like I’m not legit
Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit

[Verse 3: Moecyrus]
Ugh! I'm 'bout to fuck up the industry
Holiday's over, bitch, take down your Christmas tree
MOE bickering, cool, let me get 'em, G
Livin' life a shame to me, new face a mystery (What?)
Old me is history, I ain't gonna front
It took five years to staple this flow that's begun
Let me cock this shit back and I'm aiming for the stars
'Cause it's all about the vibes, boy, fuck your little bars
Fuck your little crew, little clique, little fake followers
You're a little boy, little kid, little toddler
Cyrus onto something and his sleeve gettin' longer
Crooked spine suckers only want me for my posture
Uhh! Uhh! You like the way I pronounce
This beat is like your placement checks, all they do is bounce
Double dribble right between your legs, Muggsy Bogues
This was just a mic check, hit 'em with the flow

[Chorus: Novatore]
Listen, I birthed a lot of shit
I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip
But still you fronting like I’m not legit
Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit
Listen, I birthed a lot of shit
I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip
But still you fronting like I’m not legit
Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit