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god - genesis lyrics

[intro]

[verse]
what’s a non-believer to a god?
n-gga, that’s a dead man
wake up in the morning, say a prayer, get the chopper off the dresser
i ain’t never been a scared man
cause scared money never made nann
and trauma made a p-ssy n-gga break dance
i turn water to wine i’m in control of the time
n-gga i’m one of a kind, most of these n-ggas is blind
n-gga, i’m god
speakin’ through the eyes of a dope dealer
speakin’ through the eyes of a broke n-gga
dread head n-ggas from the nine
baby in the dining room cryin’
mama in the kitchen f-cked up
semi-automatic still tucked
run up on some action, i bust
catch a n-gga lackin, i bust
ain’t a motherf-cker around me i trust
i’m god
i had a dream that i robbed donald trump, n-gga
tied him up, threw his -ss in the trunk
you want beef, i’ll treat you like my lunch, n-gga
you g-ssed up, i’ll catch you at the pump
introduce you to my pump
make a n-gga see the light: thomas edison
f-ck ten steps, i’m ten miles ahead of ya
i remember we was on the block sellin’ medicine
influenced my n-ggas
changed the way we was livin’
bout to make me a million
most of my n-ggas is chillin’
i chop the work in the bas-m-nt
then put the bank in the ceiling
your life and death is in my hands, don’t make me make a decision
i been a real motherf-cker since birth
i been k!llin’ these n-ggas since earth
i’m checkin’ these n-ggas like the first
make a n-gga praise god, no church
traded in the malt liquor for the black bottles
traded in the thot b-tches for the black models
god came first, n-gga money black followed
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas?
goddammit, motherf-cker, i’m god
in the flesh n-gga
how you better than the best n-gga?
the best feature of the future is the past
treat my first dope sale like it was my last
if you gettin’ money then you know i’m on ya -ss
run up in your house, take the cash, leave ya body in the stash
expose me a n-gga, no flash
we the holders of the light, these days are the last
muhf-cker, i’m god
but the devil still test me
stay in yo’ lane, why the f-ck you wanna test me?
writin’ all my rhymes on a money block canvas
streets of the chi full of money block bandits
truck fulla c0ke, rental car from avis
mama tried to tell me that my rhymes could save us
my cup runneth over, i ain’t even pourin’
heaven or h-ll, n-gga tell me where you goin’

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