Cell Games

I wake up and I surf through the sands of time Between a genius and a boss is where my thoughts align It's a visual conquest ima make it mine Drew Brees with the aim nothing but dimes It's 3 miles cross country, I'm Paul Bundy, ya money lookin kinda funny, Play boi carti cause I feel it in my stummy We in the west coast state of mind Im a god a lord bc my math Devine It's the never ending like the LSD up in your spine I'm Ronaldo in Brazil with the number 9 I'm the samurai in this clan with the #1 headband, my katana from Japan Middle finger Uncle Sam, bunch of sacrificial lambs My rhyme style super potent The kinda shit to let me walk on water and part the ocean I cause mass commotion I drink elixirs and I mix the potion It's the cell games got the world against me But I got a black belt in bullshit the 10th degree I'm spreading all this knowledge how I plant the seed My double guillotine lookin like the death of me I was chose to lead the squad like Moses To the land of milk and honey everybody knows it I feel like I earned this power and I gotta show it My 3rd eye helped me unlock the seal My souls gold and everything I'm spitting is real To a false god I will never kneel I learned the suicide kicks with the heel This that 94.7 This that funky hip hop shoutout to my brethren This that Sade flow all this jazz I'm getting How I'm mixing all these words with my soul in heaven