G O D

(albüm: En Route - 2019)

I wanna keep it pretty minimal
Somewhere in a studio in L.A. that's filled with a lot of things I don't need
Who designed this place? It's really cool in here

I was never supposed to be here, now we here
I'm not content with none of this shit, though, bro, be clear
G.O.D., G.O.D. is the only thing we fear
It gets dangerous 'round me if you reach here
You'd be better off playing the bleachers

Ayy, schooling you niggas, could give out the syllabus
Life getting better but still a bitch
Follow-the-leader-ass nigga
Can't think for yourself, tell me who your ventriloquist
You wanted the G.O.A.T., well here I am
I'm more like a lamb, the holy one
Consistency is half the battle
You fizzled out before it begun
Ooh, premature (Premature)
I just look for the signs, get reassured (The reassurance, feeling reassured)
Yeah, half of this shit, can't read; it's foreign
In Copenhagen, still imported
I honestly can't pronounce what I ordered
But I'm a fatty so I'll take some more of it
Yeah (I'm on my fashion shit)
Ayy, stunting on accident, I wasn't having shit (Stunting on niggas)
I seen you in real life, your Instagram's more extravagant (Where all your money at?)
Yeah, you mistook the money, the jewels and clothes for happiness (Now you look crazy)
Just to impress the baddest bitch 'fore you know what her baggage is
Ooh, look, but I don't judge niggas
I just try to make a way for the homies that really be shooting and drug dealing
Just know the alternative's always available if you piece up and you trust niggas
Know the system teach the opposite
Fuck around and treat you like the bottom bitch
But they can't cover up all the godliness
Aura is pouring out of me, it's obvious
Follow your heart and you suffer the consequence (Suffer)
I won't suffer the consequence, yeah (I won't suffer it, yeah)
Yeah, everything's common but common sense (I thought it was common)
So if they ask, tell 'em this

I was never supposed to be here, now we here
I'm not content with none of this shit, though, bro, be clear
G.O.D., G.O.D. is the only thing we fear
It gets dangerous 'round me if you reach here
You'd be better off playing the bleachers