Too Godly for a Title

If we gon talk about the real then lets get into it
Ill murder you spill the fluid
Then dive in it swimming thru it
A balcony swimming pool and a foreign u see into it i'm that type
I waiting for the time and listen to con
Bunch of stupid shit for the dime but missing the rhyme
From the time when more mattered probably losing myself
Say its all about perspective play it cool and be calm
I'm really better than all of them
Say oh well joel budden on royce how i slaughter them
If i don't kill u well
My follow ups from a young shooter and he hungry as hell
And for a bacon egg and cheese he down to kill you himself
Throne feel like my home
Nobody care about the bars if it ain't hitting the soul
The brokest honestly the nicest, see me say that im mean
Private chef on private jets while eating foreign cuisine and in McQueen
The number one alive don't ever really go say the shit
Cuz u can be a legend either Jigga or Jadakiss
Your lyrics enslaving us
I be tryna free us
Gold chain hang on my way to Galleria
See us
If we talk about the truth then u gotta sit
Hard to swallow we had to spit
Whole fuckin system is counterfeit
Ain't no real getting outta this
Ceiling cap our empowerment
Set in flame for acknowledgement

Who finna pray, who finna pray for me? 3x's

(Skyzoo verse)