Son of Gods

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Working out hard
I been in the studio been cooking up bars
Tryna get a come up since i didn't come far
I'm not looking in the past and i'm not looking at the stars
Thinking "where do i start?"
But i'm not gonna stop
I said it before that i'm not gonna stop
When it comes to these shots, ima flip and not flop
And then i see the damage
I like seeing damage
I sit back and watch
Watch you drop down and then bleed on your block
Calling the shots but you flee to the cops
Running yo shit but you f*ck up a lot
You can't f*ck up a lot cause that's how you get shot
You fucking with me then you f*ck with my squad
We come in a team we don't f*ck with a fraud
We making a scene we don't know when to not
We all got our demons but we son of gods
Middle fingers to the law
Run through cities run through mobs
Catch me going out of state
I'm doing shows, not hitting bongs
I'm writing down my inner flaws
Make it rhyme with catchy bars
Push these demons in the sod
Watch em weep and watch em sob
All i wanna do is have a little bit of heart
Drop a couple albums and not worry bout the stars
Looking at my music with a little bit of belief, that i could be something better that'll set me at the bar
What i wanted, what i wanted was a ton of fucking cars
And a house in hills of beverly but know it's really far
But i know that once i get there and it's only to the top
Ima keep on going harder and I'll never ever stop
I'm definitive with the game
Ima hit em with pivot aim
Though i'm an 8 ball, hit 'em with yellow tape
Putting up fake walls
I'll be living in better fame
Cause they giggity giggity at my level of dignity
But they ain't gonna smile when these bullets fly
Let me hear the beat let me know it's mine
F*ck it you can run but you cannot hide
Always gonna grind even if i don't shine
We gone stomp on the stage let me feel this bass
Shaking up the earth even if it don't phase
This games not a game, so say what you wanna say
But if you saying shit to me, then come say it in my face
I don't bounce back
Run around tracks
Ima put you in your place
Say nothing about that
I don't need to look at money, cause i know the pouch fat
Where the doubts at
Looking at the stars but the moon is what i howl at
Hold on, bitch
If you wanna fight we can run on, bitch
Try to run away i'm like cmon,
bitch
I'm not gonna chase and i'm not gonna wait we can do this shit now while the sun out
Why you looking scared after saying what you all about
Try to run away now you wanna pull a gun out
Wanna call the dawgs but my dawgs will put you underground,
underground
We come with a hundred rounds
Watch you drop down and then bleed on your block
Calling the shots but you flee to the cops
Running yo shit but you f*ck up a lot
You can't f*ck up a lot cause that's how you get shot
You fucking with me then you f*ck with my squad
We come in a team we don't f*ck with a fraud
Making a scene we don't know when to not
We all got our demons but we son of gods
Watch you drop down and then bleed on your block
Calling the shots but you flee to the cops
Running yo shit but you f*ck up a lot
You can't f*ck up a lot cause that's how you get shot
You fucking with me then you f*ck with my squad
We come in a team we don't f*ck with a fraud
We making a scene we don't know when to not
We all got our demons but we son of gods
Yea,
We Son of Gods
We all got our demons but we Son of Gods
Son of Gods
To everyone out here that says I'm not good enough
Guessing that we thinking differently
Nobody here is my entity
No one can tell me what not to do tell me what I'm meant to be
Work in an office I swear I get nauseous whenever someone will tell me my destiny that's why
I'm rapping on beats for the people can feel the same not so that people can come admire me
I love the irony
I love to know that the fame will still have me avoiding society
I couldn't care less bout the hall of fame
still putting in work cause I'm working defiantly
Not gonna kill no one but no one is gonna get away with any rivalry
Lyrics improving' and people concluding that everything's moving it's time to go looting
It's time to go
Time to go get our Bugatti's
And let it all out like we drinking Bacardi
Because nowadays everybody want thotties
And ice on they wrist cause they all want the diamonds
Guess how it is
Everybody is this
If you do not fit in
Then don't rap like nobody
We rap about bitches and being in poverty
Rap about riches and owning big property
I don't wanna fit in
I don't wanna be like nobody the way that I'm spitting
I don't want the people that come just to pitch in
I don't want the people that love it then bitch it
But that's how it goes and we learn to accept it
If that was the case then there's no competition
You don't wanna deal with it get out the kitchen
Cause everyone else is gone put in the work this ain't fiction
I got reality f*ck an epiphany
I'm just like Beethoven, ears are not fit for me.
Don't hear your bullshit and don't hear my symphony's
Dropping em anyway, f*ck what you think of me.
I got a plot for this shit
Making this profit while popping and shit
Try to call out and I'm popping a bitch
But it not with a blick it with needles and thread like i'm popping a zit
To everyone out here that says i'm not good enough
Go f*ck yourself and go die in a hole
You think that i'm playing you rolling your eyes
If you wanna go blind
Then go lie a lil more
Got your eye in the scope?
Say that you gang, then the f*ck are you hiding it for?
Shoot me if you gonna prove it
A lot on my plate but I don't wanna lose it
But that ain't the problem if you the one moving
Cause you the one pulling the trigger
Ima just sit back, relax, while I'm watching you slowly lose it
Bitch i fucking knew it
You try to be someone your not
Cook in the kitchen but can't tell the difference between a fucking pan or pot
Tryna prove that you the man you not
Really going for it if you really wanna kill the
Son of God
Gimme the motive i really wanna see the reason that you hate me to the point where you say
F*ck yo God
Bitch I rob
Living a life inside of a fucking bomb
Bitch get a bomb
Set it off
Blowing yo body onto the fucking walls
It's not my fault
Should've thought twice when you coming for the
Son of God, Son of God, Son of God, Son
Ay,
The Son of God, Son of God, Son of God, Son

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