IF I’M NOT A GOD, THEN I DON’T BELIEVE IN GODS

Constantly droppin' people honestly
Leave you suffocated if you speakin on my property, audibly
Therefore what is mine and what is boutta be, is all for me
Commonly, dick heads group me with wannabees tauntin' me

Find where he stay, make him lay, he gon rot and im
Lost in the thoughts fought in wars that did not so ill
Bust in yo crib for my bills like the swat get that
If I'm not a god then I don't believe in gods

Cheese for the cameras
I'm feelin' glamorous
Fees they been addin' up
Eatin' my stamina
Bleed from the inside out
Sleep on the fucking ground
Clean all the shit from your mouth
That you bleeding out

Skin all my enemies
Burn them with gasoline
Become the elephant
Inject the ketamine
Fuck them Juuls and all of that nicotine
Rip out your inside, jack on Halloween
Droppin' these bodies its all for the dopamine
Off with his head like this blade is a guillotine
Pull up with the rod burnin' cals like the gym
If I'm not a god, then I don't believe in them

Little boy you Hallowed now
Battered for the paramount
Still living in the shadows, if I slip and burn the chateau down

Dirt I'm beaten into, bleeding, weeping is called hallowed ground
Keeping all the bile down
Grieving as the child crowns

Fear up in my stomach 'stead of hunger once the famine passes
Dust off the caskets
There's young men in the alabaster
Huh Waiting for the cane fields while mixing caster
I'm missing Massa
The whip was glass clear
But It's huh
Yeah
But It's murky waters when the well is full
Every sip is poison and I'm thirsty for the chemicals
Empty pockets hurt but burdens heavy
Pull the weight of your fall while you crawling through the credit
Nigga

Moments later, roses on your gravestone turn to potpourri
Porcelain with your ashes now an ashtray for the smoking meets
Falling at the doorstep, went from open to corroded keys
Either sell possessions or try fit through eyes of

Sewing needles
My approach to people has been honed
I say hello and leave
Picking apart my growth same time I'm
Putting on shows while

Overseas
Old and withered prisoners hit don't gotta go choke on broken teeth
Have too much to hold and breath

Stumbled and reached the sumit
My feet are swollen
I peaked I fallen
I need my huh
I need my flowers
Sky bleak, no pollen
No water, they wilt
One mistake, my stomach ain't filled
I stay sullen when the sun is out
Thunder clouds, on the way still
Shaking so the gun won't stay still
There's skeletons under the hill

Under the hill
I went and dug up the field
It's just too much like I cut up the pills
Passed the glass ceiling then fell through like when you go fuck up a deal
Yeah
I'm on building ledge
Pack a blade and feel the edge
This phase will leave you dead

Constantly droppin' people honestly
Leave you suffocated if you speakin on my property, audibly
Therefore what is mine and what is boutta be, is all for me
Commonly, dick heads group me with wannabees tauntin' me
Find where he stay, make him lay, he gon rot and im
Lost in the thoughts fought in wars that did not so ill
Bust in yo crib for my bills like the swat get that
If I'm not a god then I don't believe in gods

Cheese for the cameras
I'm feelin' glamorous
Fees they been addin' up
Eatin' my stamina
Bleed from the inside out
Sleep on the fucking ground
Clean all the shit from your mouth
That you bleeding out

Skin all my enemies
Burn them with gasoline
Become the elephant
Inject the ketamine
Fuck them Juuls and all of that nicotine
Rip out your inside, jack on Halloween
Droppin' these bodies it's all for the dopamine
Off with his head like this blade is a guillotine
Pull up with the rod burnin' cals like the gym
If I'm not a god, then I don't believe in them