I am a god Hurry up with my damn massage Hurry up with my damn menage Get the Porsche out the damn garage I am a god Even though I'm a man of god My whole life in the hands of god So y'all better quit playing with god Soon as they like you make 'em more like you But kissing people ass is so unlike you The only rapper compared to Michael So here's a few hating ass niggas who'll fight you And here's a few hating ass niggas who'll bite you I don't even wanna hear about what niggas might do Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they never liked you Pink ass polos and a fucking backpack Everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody else swag man we the rat pack Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback Ibn diamond, Chi-town shining Man at in this bitch get change in timing Hop in this bitch and get saved the garment Until the day I get struck by lightning I am a god So hurry up with my damn massage In a French ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants I am a god I am a god I am a god I just talked to Jesus He said 'what up Yeezus?' I said "Shit I'm chilling Trying to stack these millions" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa es su casa That's that cosa nostra I am a god I am a god I am a god
