SSGS

[Intro]
This America
My word's not right
First world problems type of shit
(Laughs)

[Verse]
Watch your mouth fool, this ain't Harry Potter
Couple of 'em gotta hairy twotter, not the 70's
I feel like Ryan Leslie, the recipe I double check
Three fuck in the Republic, that's a double Czech
Should get paid to get hated, on another check
Baphomet in my alphabet; an alpha
Fresh out that shower, that powder
Cowards they scower the earth for an ounce of the power
Lorde of my land so your plans get devoured
These heifers so bitter their milk's probably sour
Remember the days when life was so simple?
These pigeons mental; these bitches, these bitches?
Sad that they cryin' wolf, point at coyote
Damn near unholy, Lorde, oh Lorde!
I point one back, you get clapped me so sorry
Leave em all holey, Lorde, oh Lorde!
A smorgasbord of force for sure
Your hate is heavy, my love weighs more
I'll just ignore until y'all get bored
I'll just ignore until y'all get bored

And I don't know what's worse
How bad does it hurt my lady?
My dear, hell yea

[Chorus (x4)]
Squad shit, God shit?
Squad shit, God shit
No time for the gossip
Niggas out here tryna profit, stop it
Nigga, do we have a problem?
Yea I thought so, prolly not bitch
Squad shit Squad shit
You know, God shit God shit