Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I'm a manof god
My whole life in the hands of god
So y'all better quit playing with god
Soon as they like you make more money likeyou
But kissing people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper who could compare to Michael
So here's a few hating ass niggas who'll fightyou
And here's a few hating ass niggas who'll bite you
I don't wanna hear why some niggas like you
Old niggas mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they never liked you
Pink ass polos and a fucking backpack
Everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody else swag nigga we the rat pack
Virgil Pyrex that's the snapback, diamond shotgun shining
Until the day I get struck by lightning
I am a god
So hurry up with my damn massage
And a French ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
I just talked to Jesus
He said 'what up Yeezus
I said "Shit I'm chilling
Trying to stack these millions"
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa es su casa
That's that cosa nostra
I am a god
I am a god
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