The God

[Intro:] Established in New York City Girl you know where I met with I'm up early in the morning I got to get it Cause I got to get it Yeah, I got to get it [Verse 1:] Oh, I'm up early in the morning all these niggas sleeping Laid out, they're tired, they partied all weekend All my niggas hungry and all these niggas eating So now I'm taking shit, fuck feeling we're competing, what up? Are you swagged out, watch when is Karl Bay Leave a real fowl stain on the bowl Maints Niggas it's presence balled down no arms huggin Approach me as the God which your palm's touching Niggas say I changed I say motherfuck em You call me a home record I say she never loved them A good blunt, good salad, thousand dollars in above it Some bake city then give me a beat that I could fuck em And then is really dinner time, nigga So it ain't just to make Forbes I'm on my genuine Nigga watch me doing Karl Louis to the finish line nigga Stone wash product I'm a vintage line nigga And I don't need no hook for the shit But if I did put a hook on the shit And then probably go [Chorus:] Bow down no arms hugging Approach me with the God which your palm's touching [Verse 2:] Nowadays I get highs I wanna raise sleep hell slow I get flies I wanna I'm a uptown nigga till I die so when I I'm just cope something new to rejoy every summer Hold up is father millzie church nigga, all prayers is due Our birth niggas A lot of niggas some of the hottest niggas Most loved and hated for my style you must got it nigga One man but I'm too raw Push up on your bitch like my living room floor My little slime out here chief keefin with this boys And he'll let that hammer fly, eat your ass like dough I wanted control of the town so I kill the flocks My crew is not fucking around and I sing the chorus But I just wanna say [Chorus:] Bow down no arms hugging Approach me with the God which your palm's touching [Verse 3:] Rest in peace star real niggas You're riding to the N grip you ill nigga European luggage form my travels Hall through your hood like scavage Hall through your hood like compressed plints and capsules I'm like graffiti in bathrooms with bad fumes Scully with the link bars, corner store shit I'm on that Wu Tang and you want me, '94 shit Yea, shout out to my wash tights niggas Yea papi still got it, that's for life nigga Solid gold under the ice, nigga In front of the pizza shop, eatin a slice nigga You could get a autograph or your jaw smashed I drag you all over the road like a tour staff I'm on that vintage Versace, Chanelle shit I do my job and I do it well bitch Fuck Evil Knievil, I can lay a verse and post a tweet while I'm getting head and that's why the L lit Heavy whip flow, I make the scale flip My lines need to be on some pile shit [Interlude:] When Millz speak the world darkens And fly shit I rock it like hard it [Chorus:] Lil nigga bow down, no arms huggin Approach me with the God which your palm's touching [Outro:] Amen Father Millzie All praises due Established in New York Cuty Please, approach me with the God which your palm's touching