[Intro: LowTierGod]
Welcome
You’ve been invited to something spectacular
Even exuberating
Contrast-heavy
Entering a dimension with an exit that leaves you Catacombed
Mind striated, the mental flushed of all obscurities
Do you realize the specimen that’s in front of you?
The peanut butter complexion?
The chiseled skin?
You’re obviously not ready
[Verse]
This is the moment you all have been waiting for (yeah, woo)
This is the moment you all have been waiting for (yеs)
This is the moment you all have been waiting for (uh)
Lord (Lord)
Look who’s back (Oh lord)
Just a bit diffеrent, you can see that the drip different
Gun so big it’s hard just to lift the shit
Knock your whole top off with a pistol whip
Bitch I move through you, you ain’t been through shit
Niggas wanna battle, I’ma let you choose who spit
Lose a tooth to the deuce deuce spit
The juice is proof I'm something you ain’t used to, bitch (brrt)
Still be prayin’ for niggas and shakin’ these niggas
I reel ‘em in and then get to filleting these niggas
See I don’t play with you niggas, the same women that be sayin’ they gon’ lay with you niggas
Be kissin’ on me, tellin’ me ‘bout how they playin’ you niggas
And I control her, there ain’t nothing much to say to you niggas
Big body in the mask, I am Bane to you niggas
I’m takin’ aim at you niggas
I keep a ratchet for the D.L
See I ain't a game to you niggas, I got an issue, yuh
I’ma make your soul dismiss you
When somethin’ that I throw over my shoulder hit you
That’ll keep your top spinnin’ like Yoshimitsu
Actin’ like you tough? Everybody know you tissue
‘Til you layin’ with a shoulder twitch
You gon’ come up too short like Blow The Whistle
Black bag, and the coroner zip you, uh
Pistol drawin’ an immaculate art piece
Shit go south and I get to chop and screwin’ your heartbeat
Shit changed when I got my heart piece
Wild how my first love was a bird bitch like a harpy (bitch)
Heart blacker than bitter coffee
I’m crack so the fiends sought me, I’m back nigga (I’m back)
Want a track? Then the fee’s costly
Never slack, that’s beyond me, I’m that nigga (that nigga)
Hover off the ground when I meditate (fly)
Even in my sleep, I’ma levitate (I)
Stay ready for the moves never hesitate
See arms wave like I’m doin’ the renegade
Arm by the waist like Pop Smoke dancin’
From a different cloth, this is not your fashion
Wavin’ a stick like magic and then cast it
Puttin’ roses on you but it ain’t romancin'
(I’m) decorating your casket, when I up it and blast it
I be sitting and laughin’, these the niggas you jackin?
Shit is drivin’ me crazy, I belong in a jacket
I be getting aggressive, know that it's never passive
Lemme withhold full from the snappin’
Like a poetry club with no clappin’
This is death to that so-so rappin’
And all of y’all that don’t know passion
You'll get stretched ‘cause the four fantastic
Smoke cremate you then gnashin’ your ashes
Your death gon’ be so, so bad
Tools poppin’ out the coat like Go-Go Gadget
This light work like Con Edison
I don’t ever touch a bill if it ain’t a Benjamin
Givin’ in, it’s spooky when I creep up
Five wavin’ in your face like John Cena
Anybody get X’ed like Machina
‘Til a nigga explode like Akira
Got a grip that’ll even fuck Baki up
I Schmurda niggas, how they ain’t lock me up?
Niggas throw shots, give a fuck what a bitch think
All that miss, this Ultra Instinct
Body you and then I get Biden to pardon me
Nigga you can see the pain in the scars on me
When things was gettin’ dark for me, the aches just made a harder me
The blood went in the art for me, your death is just a bar to me
Artillery hit your arteries, you couldn’t shake the heart in me
My chest produce the hardest beats
I been the starter, you ain’t got the arms to reach
‘Matic stutter, you gon’ find it hard to speak
Then it’s hard to see, all that bark gettin’ carved to pieces
Been nice, most of y’all hardly decent
Nobody wanna die and go to hell
I don’t think you should give the gawd a reason
To put you in a box, you lookin’ like an opp
I’ll leave your nose bridge crooked like the cops
Brooklyn cook this rock
And every bar I break (yuh)
I ain’t talkin’ converse with the Beretta
You ain’t talkin’ money then I think I might need Rosetta
Just to understand your language cause my capital better (no hablo)
You don't get it cause the only danger you see’s Abella, yuh
Nose to your nose like it’s tryna make out
Poppin’ in your face like you sufferin’ a breakout
All up on the stage at your show with a K out
Crowd start screamin’ like somebody bringin' Drake out
Metal round in your face like Hypno
It’s no injury when something off the hip thrown
That bum shit is how you live bro
Y’all niggas ain’t got style off actin’ like you hip though (yes)
Been through hell, fire and brimstone
Stay ten toes on the ground like a Flintstone
Niggas study my style like I put it up in cliffnotes
The broad you never tapping go brain-dead from the big strokes
Pull up with the beam on the Glock
If you seen in the spot, I’ma lean, it'll pop
Make you lean wit it, rock wit it, lean wit it, rock wit it
Paint the city red when I’m bleedin’ your block
Ain’t no buyin’ your way out, findin’ your way out
Face off at a weigh-in and I’m knockin’ what you weigh out
Niggas wanna shake now (huh?)
Cause they circle full of squares and they see that I’m in the best shape now
Nigga this a shake down, fire something in your gut that your body can’t break down
Came up from the breakdowns
Everything I wanna take now
I suggest you take a break now
I ain’t one to play round (nah)
You’ll see more metal than a playground (brrt)
They wishin’ I would take an L every day now
I don’t care how this may sound (nah)
Now I gotta find my way ‘round, how I’m eatin’ off the tre pound
Get laid down, you stay down
Had my head in the clouds then shit got dark
And you all gon’ see the rain now
Grip get to blastin’
Red light in a body like the silhouette challenge
Your stings get pulled like a marionette
I’m a savage, like ahhhh
This ain’t gon’ work out for you
You would get by, ‘cept I ain’t allowin’ you
You gon’ curl from the weight of what this power do
Been the one gettin’ checks like Powder Blues
The Gawd been smooth, that’s the sound of blues
Your broad want a round or two, told her I’ll be around at two
I’m finna bust, I’ma slide
If I see you outside and you say something sly, catch a round or two
I’m who you bowin’ to
Ain’t do it before? Well now you do
This a power move, you’ll get leaned like the tower do
Think shit sweet, ‘til I’m in a sour mood
Fuck y’all niggas, and I put that on God nigga
Ain’t nothin’ here, fraud nigga
You done seen how I saw niggas-
-in half, you can see in the walk nigga
I’m the Gawd
Nigga
Thegawd2 was written by VI Seconds.
Thegawd2 was produced by OmarCameUp.
VI Seconds released Thegawd2 on Sat Dec 11 2021.