Feed Me Grapes

(Verse 1) I got my Notes app open Yeah, then I open up the Macintosh Write lines all about me Like, like, I look like Josh from Drake and Josh Play along, when I play a song say you like it Rob them two stick ups like we're playing Pong Advices Act nicer Budweiser Wants me as an advertiser Why? Cause I always give a buzz When I'm tryna get a buzz Get hit ima Cleveland bus driver Russian roulette Lets do a duet I did bring my set Now let me get My money from the bet I make you lose your daughter like Silent Hill Bionic cock? Call me Big daddy, damn, is the setting bioshocked Shoot up your school, you might need a new town Never listen when you Charlie Brown Craft my singles thats how I get the cheese Cut off your pinky finger, just so you can join the creed I don't give you what you want I give what you need Now can i get a amen (Amen) Eight men wanna bust up Now they're gone Mess with me Destiny Next defeat Won't be me I won't be beat I take a seat On this golden throne (Hook) Man thats god shit(4x) Spit rhymes Kill walkers like Rick Grimes Nigga got sixth sense They gave me sith sign Lying like Mayans Your albums ain't selling Nobody in line Nobody trying Mi casa too casa No Scars in my group, Mufasa No liars, nobody resting You interested in this shit You know I'm interested in your clit Genesi not Genesee Drinking up some hennyssey I'm chilling with Heny see Tryna create a legacy I sold my soul for a couple bucks Can't give a fuck, less your mom is up What is up Fill my cup Feed me grapes Feed me grapes I'm a full meal You a dollar menu You a open mic Ima sold out venue You a NES Ima SNES You a loser with girls Ima winner with sex I got no one to impress except myself Wake up, don't even check myself Cause I come out the bed Looking like Brad Pitt Mad dick for your bitch Zona in a chalice nigga thats God Shit (Hook) Man thats god shit(4x) (Verse 3) Man I'm fresher than a mofucka Man I'm Cooler than a mofucka Come through looking like a fucking mofucka Im mad you ain't notice a mofucka If I fuck your daughter And she gets pregnant The test will say She's a lucky bitch I usually Dont stay for kids I'll make an exception Turn him to a pimp I own a choir nigga I own a pastor nigga I own a church nigga All i want is yall to preach I got a cross thats candy painted Windows here are slightly tinted Don't believe it The proof is printed Embedded in to your heads and hearts I'm god