The Rap Gods

I'm still standin.. This for the rap gods.. (andre) I tried to earn wings but, I think I grew horns And maybe that's why mc's rock me like porn Flowin like the water in the mississippi river I suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me To do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet, My soul roams off to dallas, Its somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene Other mc's and freaks wanna join the team Dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps The colors were candy coated, incredible rims And my dreams of what people sayin, don't get a job I realize now it was all the rap gods I slither through the streets like a boa constricter On my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures Sportin leather and energy , could that be me? Smokin weed listenin to run DMC? My repute was a rap child, emotions of steel Represent with no crew man, your life is sealed Add a two's of all kinds, with gun zippers in em' See notes don't last long, we can't wait to spin em' Oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes Maintain my women, clown the rest of these hoes Man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme After restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind I'm like an angel that's high smoken' weed up in heaven We're as crooked as reverends, be-ball playground legends Triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle Hand cold as chris krango, we break hearts And crack rib praps, take trips far Shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods Shoot the git, so I blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits I can block the sun, like a solar-eclipse My homie said he had a yaght but I don't mess with ships The freak, said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends, I said which is why you're payin this rapper then Nickatina, I'm something like simbad the sailor Dress in red and black, the true signs of a raider