TrappedInABlizzard

[ Verse: S God ]
Check on the charts, bitch I'm up next
Walk up in the store and you know I'm gonna flex
Not afraid of death, hell nah don't wear a vest
Thought I'm not a God but you fuckin' with the best
Born out the flame, Antichrist to the rap game
Fuck you and your homies, bust a cap in your damn brain
Dat way, bitch I'm 'bout gun play
45 to his face, tell him "Have a fun day"
Murderous lunatic
Who enjoys shooting shit
Upside down crucifix
Float in the River Styx
And your soul get dismissed
Never to reminice
With no rememberance
Fuck you lil bitches I'm never 'gon fail
Killin' you fuckers, I'll send you to hell
Plus I'll make bail, that's if I get caught
Which I will not
I don't need opinions just like I don't need religion
Pussy talkin' shit and I hit 'em with percision
Everything I drop guaranteed to make a million
You might say you hate me but you're guaranteed to listen
Pinche cabron wanna test my patience
If a puta want war then I won't keep 'em waitin'
Mamacita on my dick ridin' me like she racin'
Boy the tape 'causing fire, building need evacuation
I'm the realest motherfucker
God amongst the men
The realest motherfucker
Comin' out the 210
Reppin' San Antone
Texas killer to the bone
Watch the throne
There's only one S God, I am the original
Cannot be replicated, do not get me aggrivated
Or you getting suffocated, mad at me 'cause I made it?
'Cause I'm way more celebrated? I'mma leave you devestated
I am not a human, I'm a God bitch I'm elevated
Underrated
'Bout time that I blew up
Sippin' out of two cups
Nothing you could do bruh
Talkin' that shit and you gonna meet the Ruga
Bitch you 'bout to lose your god damn life
Kill any motherfucker wanna fight
Hit 'em then I stay outta sight
Fuck a payment I need all my shit tonight

[ Verse 2: S God ]
You bitches 'bout to get flexed on
Bitch tell me who next on
If the answer not S God
Pull the Holy Ruga, get blessed by it
Yung S God got Disciples in the streets
Had to cut some snakes off now my paycheck increased
Fuck you jokers talkin' 'bout? I fucked your bitch, now walk it out
I glowed up from lonely child to entertaining hella crowds
Fuck you if you think I'm pussy
Master Prestige, I ain't no rookie
My come up; it ain't been cushy
Don't seek my soul 'cause hell done took me