My God

[Verse 1]

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 Murciélagos

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 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 chinchill'ing right

You in Italian leather and you're four-wheeling right

You know you’re up when you count a quarter mil in white

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

Bear witness as I unveil this instant classic

[Hook]

Yes! My God!

[Verse 2]

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 they 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 underhanded

The 012 a year early, I’m a time bandit

Gotta 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

There'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

[Hook]