Tide

I feel like that I'm the best, when I be spitting off my chest
I intercept and tackle anybody tryna battle
I'm at your Adam's apple with a scalpel
Drinking Snapple with bag-full of them rhymes
Every-time ho I'm packing, and im not slowing, uh huh
You rappers boring haha, my flows be foreign, voila
I'm tipsy off that old monk, these ho's be getting no love
Cuz they don't ever get it, when you try to show them
She naked on the sofa
Then I go with the flow then I blow everything, blow everything
And I show no remorse to a foe enemy, foe enemy
Take a stroll for the folks that don't know what this is
Bitch i go for the broke, cuz i want everything
Everywhere I go they be looking at me crazy
Eyes red, might as well looking little hazy
Just younging but I'm looking like i had a baby
They be saying I don't sound like Eminem anymore but I still got some Shady, inside
Bitch I’ma typhoon, but sometimes i feel I ain't got time and I’ma die soon
Then i close my eyes, tryna look at the skies, to feel God

Now tell me do you feel God
Now tell me do you feel God