My God

I can`t be bothered with paying homage to forefathers See the future like the car show floor models Both feet in the snow so that my core follows We don`t mourn for the dead, nigga, we pour bottles Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos Started with similac powder in a baby bottle The formula is warning ya Crack kills offerings to the coroner Kill my eldest brother? nigga, I`ll be damned Gator at my momma`s house, welcome to zombie land A hustler`s paradise, a lucky pair of dice Down 40 but a streak will have you square by night Didn`t bat an eye I at it, kept the poker face Cause the batter I add had the coca base When you get to heaven`s door they won`t hold a space If you numb like the flesh on a smoker`s face There`s no feeling like your bitch chin chilling right You in Italian leather and you four wheeling right You know you`re up when you count a quarter million right And if you down you can slang it like a pillow fight I`m a wizard at it, nigga, here`s the magic Make a small town feel like I throw a blizzard at it Get the green from the scale like a lizard had it Bare with me as I unveil this instant classic Yes! My God! My God! My God! Yes! My God! My God! My God! Yes! The Second Coming is in the second verse The first coming still here, so I`ll need a hearse I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse Not only do they say the feel it but say it hurts No pain, no gain, nigga They say I`m heating up ? welcome to the flame, nigga No matter the success, still the same nigga I only change when the new body came, nigga Aerodynamic, roof panoramic My credit score let the dealer take full advantage Paid over sticker price, cash under handed The 012 a year early, I`m a time bandit Got a time manage when you heaving snow Able to drop it all at 30 and be free to go Only deal with divas on a need to know And what you need to know is when you need to go They`ll be no waiting, I have no patience This is the end for all my unrecognized greatness I`m here now, nigga, pardon my lateness You can hear in every bar and every cadence It`s the new god flow, ain`t it The last supper for you niggas now repainted Take position on the chess board and rearrange it Face to face with the truth, get reacquainted Yes! My God! My God! My God! Yes! My God! My God! My God! Yes!