I Am a God

Yeah
Aye, yeah

(Hook)
I am a God, I am a God
I am a God, I am a God
I am a God

(Verse 1)
Yeah
I am a God
I am not playin’ with y’all
I was just made to evolve
I am the one
Never would drop when I fall
Now I take shots at ‘em all
Holdin’ this fuckin’ trigger, I be pullin’ it back
Call me a joke but I know how to rap
Havin’ mother fuckin’ feast on these faggots
I’m laughin’ straight to the bank, like a savage
Remember now, Jesus broke bread
But I be so goddamn broke, that I don’t got any bread to spend
I kinda feel the rush, bloods going straight to my head
I gotta flush out all my anger instead of gettin’ pissed off
If I slit my wrist off and I couldn’t write
I probably still be makin’ hits
So let me think, y’all probably getting ticked off
Maybe I am right, ‘cause you mother fuckers weak as shit, I got a
New beginnin’ to write to
My lyrics might hit you like a fuckin’ typhoon
Maybe I might soon get back on the mic and fight you
The white group Phriends aren’t as tight as my tunes
But I knew Chase way back in high school
The white dude never spit a bar so I assumed
That he was just another white kid, polite too
But now he’s in the game so I guess I don’t like you
Fuck rap I’m gone
I’m ‘bout to leave y’all with the fuckin’ tracks I’ve done
I’m packin’ out of this fucker like your average son
So long cock suckers, man I have enjoyed the fun
No I’m just kiddin’ man, I ain’t leavin’
Fuck, you dumb?
You really thought that I might of had plan to run?
You out of your damn mind
Don’t think I forgot that I told you mother fuckers to fuck it man
‘Cause I am a God

(Hook)
I am a God, I am a God
I am a God, I am a God
I am a God

(Verse 2)
I am the villain that y’all do not like, (Whoa)
The one that’s gon’ fuck up your life, (Whoa)
Just give me a second, to show you my records
I promise you’ll think that it’s tight, (No)
But maybe I’m never gon’ ever, gon’ make it back up when I enter
But yet I have centered my life around rap
And there’s nothing that’s better
Then tearin’ these rappers right up like they shredders
‘Cause I don’t really fuck with all you bitches
I be comin’ back like folklore
So soak your life into mine, I’m so bored
That I’m a take deals in the back of a drugstore
You broke whores wanna talk shit?
Well go for it
I’ll pour more money into rap, but still forced
To talk shit about my rhymes, like I’m torn
I bet you would’ve stole my shit if you wrote more
But fuck that, I’m clear your intent
Like windex, who the fucks gives a shit yet
I indent my life to you, it’s instant
This bitch is cryin’ and I haven’t even put it in yet
If this get’s a little bit nuts and resistant
And my friends get pissed when I don’t missed them
Then fuck it, I don’t really not care if we distant
I’ll pull my ass out and tell you all to kiss it
But this isn’t how it’s gonna be
When I’m not gonna fall for any of that shit
When I am gone
You better watch out when I’m back, so stand off
And I don’t wanna be the type to tell you to fuck off
But fuck off
This train’s hyped up now
And I haven’t done a mother fuckin’ thing
So I’m just getting off
And I don’t need none of that shit
I’m ticked off
I’m here now bitch tellin’ you that

(Hook)
I am a God, I am a God
I am a God, I am a God
I am a God