I AM GOD Prt3

[Intro: A6 & Producer Tag]
Ay, ay, ay
Six God
666
Block 6
6 Blocka shit
DTG
Gang

[Chorus]
Got the opps them doin' a runner
Judge said I'm a dangerous fucker
Stab man's throat, ain't into no puncher
Like look at the state of his jumper
Now, I'm sittin' here, facin' a Governor
Like state your name and your number
I got nuttin' to say wit' a Bumba
Just free all my guys six hunna (Hm, Ay)

[Verse 1]
Since 14, I became a God (God)
I got 15 years in a box
4 years deep, still floodin' his watch
1 year deep in the block
Chop, chop, gettin' this prof', boxed off
Met the whole wing then popped off
Then you see that head get chopped off (Chopped off)
Had man doin' up dash on the landin'
Like where the pussio really gon' go (Where you gon' go?)
See I just linked Ghost for the mad ting
None of 'dem boy 'dey really want smoke (No smoke)
Well, well, well, well
Judge wan' do more fuckin' jail (Huh)
I was licensed, recall
Don’t even talk about fuckin' bail (No)
I have important things as well (Like)
I got beef with the Devil
I know I’m the King of Hell
See I cheff man's head, cheff man's neck
Cheff man's face, cheff man's chest
Cheff man's back, cheff man's legs
Like where the fuck do I cheff man next?
(Yeah, where do I cheff him?)
Grab me a woah, rip open your chest (Bow, huh)
We breathin' like (We breathin' like)
Where's my songs? Let me read some lines
Got 2 swords, not one of these ain't mine
Always down on a demon vibe (Gang, gang)
All over the net, everyones sayin' that I'm too demonic (Demonic)
And I ain't prayin' to Jesus
But true say mans tryna be honest (Yeah)
I ain’t a bad yute though
Tell my young boy try stay in college (Try stay in there)
And when you buss off the rap ting
You better make sure that you pay man homage
But right now get trappy (Trappy)
OT trips, early mornin'
Tell my young boys, better make it snappy (Snappy)
Ready for a war, if a man get aggy (Aggy)
Pull up on an opp boy addy
2 ding dong, tree man in the passy
Big ZK hangin' out mans tracky
Real ching chong, young boy get savvy (Ching, chong)

[Verse 2]
And I feel like I made it
'Cah it's mad when I’m up on the landin'
Govs tellin' me im all over the playlist (Whaa)
Like I been a fan, I been followin' man since doing up stages
Gov gyal wan' stroke my ego, feel good though
Let me feel like I’m famous
But they still won't put me on basic (Dickheads)
'Cah I shot and [?]
Got a ID card, a Barist
Got my canteen, lookin' outrageous (Outrageous)
And I didn’t wan' say this (No)
More time I’m tryna be calm
But it's nuts how my mind just changes (It’s mad)
And that shit's kinda dangerous (Dangerous)
See I didn’t wanna start again
I could go down this path again
Met man, drove from my mask again (Boom, bow)
Blacked out trackie and the fastest ped
175 go past the fence, step on the block
Me and my dawg, really wan' make that bark again (Yo)
You see 'dat opp, can't let him go
Won’t even take that chance again
See I would say ask a friend (Ask him)
If I ever had to rass this skeng
But oh wait, you can’t, he’s dead (He’s dead)
R.I.P to your dargie 'den (He’s dead)
See I remember the first time that I bussed corn (Mad)
And my heart was beatin'
Now I’m up in a jail cell, gettin' haunted by the darkest demon

[Outro]
I am God
Six Gang