Call Me the God

[Verse 1] They all make believe, speak convincing -partial Fuck eviction Marshalls, u gotta make me leave These words I’m trying to make 'em see I can feel it in my fingers like I’m breaking weed I’m in the bentley, check my archives, say it Yo’ Hoopti got a hard drive, nigga save it Get it? Hard drive, save it But what y’all jerkin off, fuck who you came with I live this shit, this ain’t a movie though I’m who they go to when they wanna hear some shit Now this the difference I got a crib and a studio, your crib is a studio we got different rents My re up is a key up You don’t like the way I handle the rap nigga d up Cleared out, isolation Acapela this last line for observation [Hook] I got drugs for your brain Trap house what I rap about like I’m tying up your veins Like I’m supplyin you with cane Got the rap world saying (What’s his name) Just call me the god, just call me the god Just call me the god, just call me the god I got bars for you nigga [Verse 2] My flow would make her laugh, I’m comical with it I get pussy behind these bars, conjugal visits Get em off me I’ll give all your crews a fix never cross me Damn (get it), we could spit a verse for dough If not trying to pay me stop it baby like birth control All day I be copping A fish scale in the crib, weighing my options By the morning it’s going to fly When it touched down niggas gonna pump it til it’s dry (til it’s dry) And my soft they gonna buy Buy my hard count get the feds jumping off sides I get you on hit I got the bull’s eyes on a shirt like she working for target (practice) Clear it out, isolation Acapela this last bar for observation [Hook]