Ferraris & Goddesses

[Hook] Ferraris and Goddesses Its Obvious, well never be as Godly as Godly is Lord please forgive us The closest that well ever get to heaven is probably this So Im packing my bags, Im dropping my top I know this won't last for long And I know that its wrong Ferraris and Goddesses [Verse 1] Bad Bad white bitches they blowing up like a C4 And I be up all inside her like I'm Tryna' check the decor White girls on white girls that was prior A Megan good, a Megan fox I make them have a trio' I come around like, the fuck they lookin at me for? Like they ain't seen black on white since the keyboard Good girl talking 'bout she never did this before I turn an atheist Christian in Christian Dior But these Christians turn on Christ for Dior So I hope u never ever blame me lord They try to kill you, when you make it far as we are But imma'stand on the top of the Def like I'm Lyor Uh, Dade nigga with a dream But got niggas out in queens That would murder anything That would try to intervene For this little young nigga So if that's what you thinking Go and get ya guns nigga Cause We gon' get this money till them people come get us I promise wealth forever to whoever comes with us Nothing ever changed Modern day slaves, Bunch of whips and chains Tears getting Tatted just to engrave to pain Pop champaign and drink the pain away Yeah, I Heard 'em say a nigga changed But If you been thru what I been through nigga you would do the same [Hook] Ferraris and Goddesses Its Obvious, well never be as Godly as Godly is Lord please forgive The closest that well ever get to heaven is probably this So Im packing my bags, Im dropping my top I know this won't last for long And I know that its wrong Ferraris and Goddesses [Verse 2] Ain't nobody looking to get saved Young drug dealer he just looking to get paid Young lil stripper she just looking for a raise All this dirty money I'm just looking to stay sane Look at what you made me mama look what I became Out in sin city telling pretty devils keep the change And I can see the guilt every time I make it rain The pain, tries to talk I tell her no need to explain Cause I feel ya' Yeah, girl I feel ya And if you had to face yo past that shit would kill ya Yeah, girl that shit would kill ya! And girl those cuts all on your wrist are so familiar You know where I'm from nigga? The era where the niggas looked up to the drug dealers They told us to be doctors, and professors But we looked up to the dealers cause they cars was way fresher Now that's how they see us They look at me but the don't got no fucking idea You know how hard I work to motherfucking Kia? I been a stunna' back since I was fucking up the re up Life is a bitch I made her sign a fucking prenupt Bunch of young dreamers Niggas waiting for subpoenas And tho we paying for these whips and these chains Waiting till they free us