God Speed (feat. Ashley Sorrell)

Never would've made it

Now I'm glad I made it out

Made it out

It's God speed

It's God, yeah

It's God speed, yeah

It's God, ah

Uh, this is just how I zone with Porter spaz

I was born at a quarter past

I was the color purple

Mom and pop too me home in a Crown Royale bag

Now I'm the hottest **** that you know with the coldest intentions

Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil

The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher

The industry said, I had to be a alcoholic

We'll be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' seizures

Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers

All I had to do to blow up was a album packed with features

I don't relate to common folk

The focus on the common

So I'ma go roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco

Low and behold, you're honorable

**** is sheep, **** asleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur

My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo

He should receive a trophy for bein' the holy Jesus of flows

He the G.O.A.T

Bah, that should be my tag

I'm from the streets where the odds are not even

Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin'

Allah or Jesus, it's hard to believe I'm a product of even

The Garden of Eden speakin' how targeted we've been

Rhianna stalker, I'm parked in the DM's

Shark in the deep end, put the pause on you, I'll soften your defense

Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin'

Talk is cheap, the more you **** talk it, it cheapens

And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today

I'm 'bout a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin out Lisa Ray

Any artist out that you see is great

Tell him I said bring his ass, better bring his A

Let his single play

We don't care what you sing

Hit you in the face with the butt of the gun

You leak and get your street credit a few streams

Pop go the weasel, ****, fever Nina, I'm the illest

You got pop-culture fever, ****

All I know is Big and Pac quotes, pop toasts and squeasin' triggers

Speedin' tickets

Now I pull the cops over, get 'em **** season tickets

Teacher used to shoot me down vicious, now she the Mrs.

She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin

I told myself when I was fourteen that she the one

Now a **** probably got more C's than Peter Gunz

Now I go out to get my groceries in two seaters

Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters

Ridin' with nothin' but raw quarter packs and duffles

Ryan writes heaters

Y'all **** is cut like one of them "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" wife beaters

Me, I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle

If you're a hater, let's do it

I whip you now and then whip on your boy later

Them whippin's'll go around like a tornado

I get rid of more yayo

I don't do rodeo or Ls, I do the Floyd May-o's

So many men shoppin' in women's section, it ain't no ladies left

These **** crazy, yes

They playin' crazy like the Chapelle sketch

Wayne Brady it

I'm what you get for freeway riggin' cocaine 80's met

Bringin' bars back to the street like Jay and Nas beef

Broadcastin' "Ether" in HD at God speed