The Rap Gods

[Andre Nickatina] I tried to earn wings but I think I grew horns And maybe thats why mc's watch me like porn Flowin like the water in the mississippi river I suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me To do a show, and we trying to do a palace, like a midnight jet My soul roams off to dallas Its somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene Other mc's and freaks wanna join the team Dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps The colors were candy-coated, incredible rims And my dreams of what people saying, dont get a job I realize now it was all the rap gods I slither through the streets like a boa constricter On my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures Sporting leather and energy, could that be me? Smoking weed listenin to Run DMC? My repute as a rap child, emotions of steel Represent with no crew man, your life is sealed Attitudes of all kinds, with guns to present 'em C-notes don't last long, we can't wait to spend 'em Hoes, cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes Maintain my woman, clown the rest of these hoes Man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme After resting on jeopardy to my lifetime grind Im like an angel thats high smoking weed up in heaven We're as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends Triangle, some say Cincinnati Bangles Star-spangled, hand cold as Chris Krangle We break hearts, and crack rif rafs Take trips far, shop at the Gap Taught by the rap gods to shoot the gift So I blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits I can block the sun, like a solar eclipse My homie said he had a yacht But I don't mess with ships The freak said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends I said which is why your paying this rapper then Nickatina, I'm something like Sinbad the sailor Dressed in grey and black The true signs of a raider