Call Me the God - Fred The Godson

Ayo I make believe, speak convincing

Past you fuck a fiction, Miles says you got to make me leave

These words I’m tryna make em see

I can feel it in my fingers like I’m breaking weed

I’m in the Bentley, check my archives, say it

And who did?

Got a hard drive, nigga save it

Get it?

Hard drive, save it

But what ya’ll jerkin off?

Fuck who you came with

I live this shit, this ain’t a movie tho

I’m who they go to when they wanna hear some shit

Now this the difference,

I got a crib and a studio, your crib is a studio

We got different ranks

My re-up is a key up

You don’t like the way I handle the rap?

Nigga D up

Cleared out, isolation

Acapela this last line for observation

I got drugs for your brain

Trap house what I rap bout like I’m tying up your friends

Like I’m supplyin you with caine

Got the rap world sayin well snap,

Just call me the God

Just call me the God

Just call me the God

Just call me the God

I got bars for you nigga

My flow would make her laugh, I’m comical with it

I get pussy behind these bars, conjugal visits

Get em off me

I’ll give all your crews a fix, never cross me

Damn did it, we could split a verse for those

If not tryna pay me, stop it baby like birth control

All day I’ve been copped in

A fish scale in the crib, weighin my options

By the morning’s gonna fly

When it touched down, niggas gon pump it til it’s dry

And my soul they gon buy

But my hard count got the feds jumpin off sides

I get you on hit

I got the bull’s-eyes on a shirt like she workin for target practice

Cleared out, isolation

Acapela this last bar for observation

I got drugs for your brain

Trap house what I rap bout like I’m tying up your friends

Like I’m supplyin you with caine

Got the rap world sayin well snap,

Just call me the God

Just call me the God

Just call me the God

Just call me the God

I got bars for you nigga