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joe far - god lyrics

[chorus]
aye
you ain’t really nothing but a b+tch to me
i don’t spit for free, i don’t have to
if you really bring a clip for beef
i won’t budge or flee, see i’ll just match you
i don’t got to play god to these rap dudes
they already know what my tracks do
i ain’t coming too slow, i’m making fast moves
that’s a wrap dude, eat your tracks like snack food
you ain’t really nothing but a b+tch to me
i don’t spit for free, and i don’t have to
if you really bring a clip for me
i won’t budge or flee, see i’ll just match you
i don’t got to play god to these rap dudes
they already see what my tracks do
i don’t got to play god to these rap dudes
they already see what my tracks do
[verse]
what my tracks do, that’s too much let’s talk ’bout how the roof go up
how i raise the bar, cause you know i go hard
rap it bar for bar, shooting straight up to the stars
no cap
i’m like the greatest thing on the mic
i’ll smack thе likes of any one who thinks twice
on dissing mе, cause i live for beef
keep tripping g, you’ll be history
you ain’t known to me, i’m too big
you a tiny name with no clique
i don’t know you, so move on
unless you want a whole diss song
i’ll get rich on, cause this sh+t cake
you playing cops and robbers with a renegade
it ain’t sh+t to me, i’ll burn ya’
i cook beef, and i’ll serve ya’
got a hook for free so don’t turn ya’
cheek away from this person
i’ll gladly knock your boys out
and show up quick to your d+mn house
keep running your mouth and you’ll see
the difference ‘tween you and me
yeah

[chorus]
aye
you ain’t really nothing but a b+tch to me
i don’t spit for free, i don’t have to
if you really bring a clip for beef
i won’t budge or flee, see i’ll just match you
i don’t got to play god to these rap dudes
they already know what my tracks do
i ain’t coming too slow, i’m making fast moves
that’s a wrap dude, eat your tracks like snack food
you ain’t really nothing but a b+tch to me
i don’t spit for free, and i don’t have to
if you really bring a clip for me
i won’t budge or flee, see i’ll just match you
i don’t got to play god to these rap dudes
they already see what my tracks do
i don’t got to play god to these rap dudes
they already see what my tracks do
[verse]
i live life like a movie, you live life like a show
thirty minutes all you get, and then yo’ ass just got to go
live it up or i go for broke, you talk bread, but i’m hearing jokes
my truck spokes cost your whole pay, you talking cars and walking man
best catch the bus, start making moves, i aced class, while you skipping school
like that sh+ts cool, well i guess
judging just by the size of my checks
you might have some gold ’round ya’ neck, but you front it all out to flex
man that’s a lie, and it’s okay from time to time
but you live life like you spit tight, when your b+tch got to pay for rides
you a broke dude, but i’m paid (i’m paid)
you talk chicks, but i’m laid (i’m laid)
you claim all that on fake sh+t
i live it all, you on a wait list
want a piece of this, just say it
in point five my clips spraying

- joe far lyrics

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