Goddess

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, uh
(Brainstorm went crazy on the beat!)
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
When I walk in, please back the fuck up
Money callin', I can't stay away
Blue tip hollow point gon' dance on your face
Bitch, I'm trappin' during the day
Scream "Real RX," Dawg Shit Records
Tell 'em my eyes [?] for whatever
I hope y'all plans come together
You broke as shit and run with each other
Yeah, get up and get you some money
Y'all broke as shit, can't do nothin' for me
I look at my bitch like, "Do you love me?
Real street nigga, do you trust me?"
If the opp live, that nigga lucky
Top-shelf za, bitch, it's funky
Drop 'em off, they ain't want no money, yeah
Six hour drive, get work
[?] too scary, go to work
Pull up in the truck like Brainstorm
Y'all broke as shit, need to brainstorm
Y'all beats ass, y'all need Brainstorm
Neph bless the hood, brought caine for 'em
Unc got high, went Eddie Kane on 'em
This za is not playin' straight for 'em
Bitch, I got work, you can get it
That persona just don't fit
Wrist look like a pile of grits
Bitch can't walk a mile in my kicks
They like "Damn, Neph don't miss"
Tell boy get off that ho shit
Teddy Bruckshot, get your throat slit
Jump out the car with the [?]
They like "Damn, Neph, you wilin'"
Fresh as a bitch, don't need no stylist
My bitch look like a goddess
Hair longer than Pocahontas
Up the drac, get to wildin'
None of my opps want no problems
Sound like a tape from DJ Drama
Neph round the corner like karma
I can't teach you, not your father
Straight drop taste like ricotta
Apologize, I'm not your sponsor
Royal Rumble in front of the pot
[?] behind the Glock
Fall back, sit back and watch
Step in the trap, don't punch a clock
Not Chris Brown, I don't punch my thots, damn

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, Dawg Shit Records
Uh, Dawg Shit Records, yeah