GOD LEVEL FREESTYLE

(I didn't know it) Yeah (I didn't know it) (Help me, God, God) Uh Same ones that's been told that I am devilish Same ones know that I am Godly Same ones know that he guard me Same ones know that he guard me I know y'all been told that I am devilish By the same ones know that I am Godly Same ones know that he guard me So when y'all niggas spot me Treat me in sec (Help him Lord) (Help me, help, help) (Help him, Lord) Yeah (Help him Lord) (Help me, help, help) Treat me like a goddess embedded in my flesh If the blood hit the leaves, then I'm called to common sense Seen some shit I can't believe, and that shit just hurt my chest Never really with the peace, all these niggas send some threats Fuck you mean, I'm goin' imaginary Back to back, uh, back to back Where my Michael Jackson glove when I grab my plaque? Uh Platinum plaque, needed that, needed that Took the white up off my back, but I'ma need it back (woo) She ain't have to snot like this Same one you prolly didn't want to snot like this Same ones on the internet goin' back and forth Calf white but the ass woofin' black in force I'll beat your ass if you try me Ay, ain't no kemosabe, ay Ain't no friendship, pussy I'll beat your ass until you zombie Ay, bad bitch beside me, ay Ride it like a (uh, huh, huh) Ride it like a (freak) uh huh Ride it like a Harley (ay) Exotic like she Kylie (hahaha, hell nah) She got molly in her body But I don't want no hoe that's drugged out, that shit too sloppy And I don't want no motherfuckin' hood hoe, get off me Same ones that catch me in the club, prolly pop me (ay, ay) Same ones that really want the love, wanna drop me Same ones that follies throwin' dubs on some thotties (ay) And y'all be the one's calling hoes some thotties It's the problem now, you're a problem kid Hell, you wanna know, fight for this hoe? Prolly did And that's my problem now, toxic shit I wear more fuckin' Polo than Ralph Lauren prolly did Ay, exotic shit, exotic bitch I'm in Dubai more than Swizz Beatz prolly is I'm on Air France more than Jean Gaultier Yves family, got more Yves Saint-Laurent in here And y'all gon' try me like I'm not the G.O.A.T. Man, I cost more than a race horse with a shiny coat (ooh) Now if I throw this Yacht-Master off the boat, it's gon' prolly float And you think y'all niggas got guns, but you prolly don't I got more clips in my car than Steven Spielberg prolly wrote I got a Glock in the car that's white, Chappelle, this is not a joke