My God

I can't be bothered with paying homage to forefathers

See the future like the car show floor models

Both feet in the snow so that my core follows

We don't mourn for the dead, ****, we pour bottles

Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos

Started with Similac powder in a baby bottle

Yeah, the formula is warnin' ya

Crack kills offerings to the coroner

Kill my eldest brother, ****, I'll be damned

Gator at my momma house, welcome to zombie land

A hustler's paradise, a lucky pair of dice

Down forty but a streak will have you square by night

Didn't bat an eye at it, kept the poker face

'Cause the batter I added had the coca base

When you get to heaven's door, they won't hold a space

If you numb like the flesh on a smoker's face

There's no feelin like your bitch chin-chillin' right

You in Italian leather and you four wheelin right

You know you up when you can count a quarter million right

And if you down, you can slang it like a pillow fight

I'm a wizard at it, ****, here's the magic

Make a small town feel I threw a blizzard at it

Get the green from the scale like a lizard had it

Bare witness as I unveil this instant classic

Yes, my God, my God, my God

Yes, my God, my God, yes

Yeah, the Second Coming's in the second verse

The first coming still here, so I'll need a hearse

I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse

Not only do they say they feel it, but they say it hurts

No pain, no gain, ****

They say I'm heatin up, welcome to the flame, ****

No matter the success, still the same ****

I only change when the new body came, ****

Aerodynamic, roof panoramic

My credit score let the dealer take full advantage

Paid over sticker price, cash under handed

The o twelve a year early, I'm a time bandit

Gotta time manage when you heavin' snow

Able to drop it all at thirty and be free to go

Only deal with divas on a need to know

And what you need to know is when you need to go

There'll be no waiting, I have no patience

This is the end for all my unrecognized greatness

I'm here now, ****, pardon my lateness

You can hear in every bar and every cadence

Yeah, it's the new God flow, ain't it

The last supper for you ****, now repainted

Take position on the chess board and rearrange it

Face to face with the truth, get reacquainted

Yes, my God, my God, my God

Yes, my God, my God, yes