Lifestyle (feat. LunchMoney Lewis)

Jesus from the ghetto, ****, so am I (Amen)

I'm like God to you **** (Yo)

I said, Jesus from the ghetto, ****, so am I (I am)

I'm like God to you ****

That my lifestyle, lifestyle, white girl, ****

White pal, white cloud, iced out

That my lifestyle, lifestyle, lifestyle

That my lifestyle

I'm like God to you ****

Big ol' bricks

All white bricks

Cocaine Muzik 9, I'm on the same shit

You put a hunnid fiddy on my same wrist

I used to whip, whip, whip, whip, whip with you, skeet

Fuckin' 'round got residue on my Patek

Fuck around, got pulled over, tail light out in the 'vette

Ridin' dirty, and if they search, I know I'm headed to the feds

Once they ask a **** for license and registration, you know I fled

**** talkin' 'bout front him somethin', he outta here

For the next **** try owe me some, just hear me loud and clear

Don't do credit or finances, strip clubs, I don't do dances

Just throw my money up and watch it come down on the dancers

Just put my money up so I can double up with Hector

If you ain't no hustle, you ain't get no money, I don't respect it (At all)

All that tough shit gon' get you killed, ****

And all that rah-rah talk ain't how I'm built, ****

Jesus from the ghetto, ****, so am I (Amen)

I'm like God to you **** (Yo)

I said, Jesus from the ghetto, ****, so am I (I am)

I'm like God to you ****

That my lifestyle, lifestyle, white girl, ****

White pal, white cloud, iced out

That my lifestyle, lifestyle, lifestyle

That my lifestyle

I'm like God to you ****

Dope boy of the century, I'm God to the hood

I just parked a half a million dollar car in the hood

I sold crack to my community tryna get on

Sometimes I think about this shit like, "Was I wrong?"

God bless the trap, and hallelujah to the kitchen

Bless the chef that came before me

And fuck the ones who owe me

There's my gift from God and they my talent

Now I'm talkin' dope on Jimmy Fallon (Amen)

Man, I live the life these **** kill for

Dreaming on a billboard

I just rocked the Illmore

I just killed the Louis store

I'm like God to you ****

So gangsta, I get money, still will rob one of these ****, fuck it

Ski mask, ski mask, ski mask

The kitchen like a slope, I'm baggin' up a ski bag

Give the wrong **** money, I'ma make the streets mad

I'm a walking blizzard, and I get everybody's bags, ****

Jesus from the ghetto, ****, so am I (Amen)

I'm like God to you **** (Yo)

I said, Jesus from the ghetto, ****, so am I (I am)

I'm like God to you ****

That my lifestyle, lifestyle, white girl, ****

White pal, white cloud, iced out

That my lifestyle, lifestyle, lifestyle

That my lifestyle

I'm like God to you ****