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zinedin o. - god’z plan lyrics

i got the lord on my side, it is god’s plan
for me to be grazing with the goats, mi casa su casa
you got the crowd bored, something i cannot stand
while i get ’em shaking on the floor, you won’t admit it but you know i got you

swinging like a pendulum, wasted
on a regular basis, look at ’em faces
shook in amazement, i cook in the bas-m-nt
cheffing sk!lls i done took from the greatest
the effing scale, i’m off it, off it
you’re riffing still? just stop it, stop it
you’re borin’, bill, i’m lauryn hill
k!llin’ em softly, i’m venom and coffee
i wake ’em up then i put ’em to sleep
my ad-libs are sicker than your main bars
my sidechick is thicker than your main broad
i follow g.o.d, she follow me lowkey
yeah she swallow z.o. seeds ’cause you ain’t hard
make her wet like migos neck, her p-ssy on faucet
even your clique like “he’s so lit,” your posse on closet
ego’s on swole, ‘cept when i see my deposits
i suppose they’re saltier, than icy roads
’cause they’re not here, on this level, i am top-tier
they’re a pebble to a mountaineer
you cannot match this, the track’s sick
give ’em whiplash with these rapping tactics
eat ’em up like tic tacts, after i chew ’em up like airwaves
spit fresh like err’day, not a lotta airplay
but don’t worry, they’re not gonna have it their way
i go ike turner on a cough syrup-sprite turn up type
watch ’em burn up bright, they did not earn their stripes
how can i be a bit average, yet manage
to spit savage, i’m coming at you hoes
you get damage, i split cabbage
a fractured skull, with no manufactured flow
you can be hard in the comment section
get wrecked vr like oculus rift
you better peep ours, we on some next sh-t
complex, we calling if we i ain’t top of this list
ego-thumpin’ like wale, and i keep it rugged like ra
i ain’t thuggin’, the hard way, it ain’t my way
but i keep on buggin’ like starski
one love, r.i.p. to a hip hop legend
without jerry there’d be no me, like drizzy and (e-)40
look at me the wrong way, get hit with the kroše
’cause pajdo got my back like scottie pippen
haters, y’all be trippin’, you’re like skaters ollie-flippin’
face it, you’re basic, don’t try to block my shine
i won’t c-ck no nine, but i’ll d-mn sure jock your dime
z.o. season’s coming

- zinedin o lyrics

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