GOD

I wanna stop trying Feeling like I died The smoke to the sky She think that I'm a God She thinks that I'm a God Beautiful music, painting pictures yea that be my vision And u thinking i'm in danger my path leads to prison But this Musics my diversion if you'd only listen I'm not looking for a women or some chains that glisten My only motive is my dream n that's the only mission So if u bitching about the things u heard or what I've written Bite ya tounge or cut the beat n call it circumcision or Or you just follow what they tell u television Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker Feds here cozy hit the dash Brunt rubber 9-18 off probation roll anotha Authority in bed hope she catch me undercover I'll be right by your side till 3005 So I'm bouta go fly Hold up And We turn the f*ck up yea we bouta pour up And The Henny and sprite a warmups Yea we droppin them nukes yea we blowing up nigga So tell these dummy niggas yea we've blown up I'm Spitting overtime Tryna keep my soul alive Can't take my source of pride 3 9's Between my eye 4 5 Come n test ya life It's night night for that lower price An all of these white these white lines Intertwined like grape vines I think I I wanna stop trying Feeling like I died The smoke to the sky She think that I'm a God