G.O.D

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The basic files is taken off to another level
No time to revel into things we'll take you to heaven.
You ask us questions and leave suggestions
But no objections when you see the talent that we're flexing
Valent efforts for those who's bars are dry as deserts
We are shepherds when it comes to laying records
So make a check list
To understand why you feel threatened
Cause every second were becoming living legends
Go count your blessings
You should've heeded my lessons
Instead of snitching and tellin
Now it's a dead shot
Head shot
Straight to your melon
No witness present that is fit for confessions
Sending five to your head like can I take your temperature fella
You ain't gotta mention shit to these wack rappers
Started at the back now we overlap rappers
Spectacular vascular spitters tryna make classics
Split em up and gut em out that's how you make rappers
You ain't gotta mention shit to these wack rappers
Started at the back now we overlap rappers
These rappers is cappers they spitters that done turned actors
Light em up and shoot a movie lights camera action
Ayo JD should I tell em bought the kings
You know the ones with all the gold but don't show diamonds or rings
You know the ones who love the simple things
They put they head down go and get it nah they won't complain
And if the picture change they get up and flip the fame
They the type to not want you know they name
Cause they know that niggas grimey when they see you getting love and fame
And what's crazy love and hate is all the same thing
Just a matter how you spin it
Turn your loses into winnings
You fell down twice before but you continue on yo mission
To what's ahead and to that you know you ignant
But no matter what's ahead you know it's better than this living
So you gotta keep ya head cause you know you gotta finish
And that's not me tryna be prolific
I'm just speaking from experience and I hope you get it
And no acting this my passion put my soul into my lyrics
So if I say that I'm a king just know I know I'm gifted
I think I finally get it
I ain't been free since infant
This that G.O.D affect just in case I failed to mention
You ain't gotta mention shit to these wack rappers
Started at the back now we overlap rappers
Spectacular vascular spitters tryna make classics,
Split em up and gut em out that's how you make rappers
And I am not cappin
Imaaaaa
Top dog and I've always been a boss
But living mean with these dark ass
Fucked up thoughts
Lost my brother and it feels Like a fucked up high
With my knee weak
Eyes low and a broken heat
So don't try to play me don't try to tempt me
I'll let my k ring and leave you leaking
I am crazy an demented
Leave your family in the kitchen
Be careful who you know
Because it goes to show
The one who shot you use to be the one who called you bro
Eriaz such a killer him and homocide is identical
Got em screaming danger like he was mystical
No criminal but he checking shit
Just in case he hear subliminals
He turn they get quite quick he figures tho
For them to say it to his face
It will take a miracle
And what's crazy is he ain't nowhere near his pinnacle
But they naturally attached to this nigga like umbilical
Now watch him f*ck the world up like he political

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