Godly

Check, ayy NDA nigga (Oh boy, Run It Up Oz, I Love You Ray) It’s a day in the life I just woke up feeling godly Feel the spirit on me when I start to rap I’m untouchable and I came in the game like wrecking ball And I shoot at the opp with no remorse I’m making it happen, pushing myself to the limit See my name everywhere like a franchise I ain’t talking nothing about mob ties I’m making the stu a slaughter house Keep away this crime scene I’m very humble in person When you hand me the mic, I’m too loud Niggas saying keep going you too loud, nigga Woke up feeling godly I see these niggas wanna copy A bunch of niggas wanna stop me Throw a right hook like I’m Ali Woke up feeling godly I see these niggas wanna copy A bunch of niggas wanna stop me Throw a right hook like I’m Ali I put her aside like a joke Wrist on my belt that’s a waste of time She told me she board like a chalk Wanna cuff me told her that ain’t fine I leave her leaking in her room Sweeping condoms on the floor check the broom nigga She told me tell me what to do Told her tell her mates, telling me to bring my niggas So I brought my niggas We be trapping on a daily nigga We saucing, chill everyday He sent me the beat so I said, “okay” That’s NDA, shout out to Wayne Wanay Odies on the mix he can’t stay away I love my niggas I’m not a gay But I’m craving a benzo and a wraith When spitting I’m holding my breath It’s a race and I’m driving my best I reach to the top I’m alone and I say, “okay” Competition, man I need it I get distance, when I feel it Disrespect me, you gone meet my niggas They gone mess you up Woke up feeling godly I see these niggas wanna copy A bunch of niggas wanna stop me Throw a right hook like I’m Ali Woke up feeling godly I see these niggas wanna copy A bunch of niggas wanna stop me Throw a right hook like I’m Ali Right hook like I’m Ali I’m with the gang you can’t stop me My style, you can’t copy I’m writing my verses down in my lobby She said she needed some space so her sister took her place I’m out of the concept, pardon me But that ain’t the case She screamed Marco (Marco) So I sticked my polo in her We banging outdoors Paparazzi is taking pictures I show my sneakers B4L we making stickers I’m feeling so fine, I’m hyped Bottles of whiskey you damn right