I am a god Hurry up with my damn massage Hurry up with my damn ménage Get the Porsche out the damn garage I am a god Even though I'm a man of god My whole life in the hands of god So y'all better quit playing with god
Soon as they like you make more money like you But kissing people ass is so unlike you The only rapper who could compare to Michael So here's a few hating ass niggas who'll fight you And here's a few hating ass niggas who'll bite you I don't wanna hear why some niggas like you Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they never liked you Pink ass polos and a fucking backpack Everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody else swag nigga we the rat pack Virgil Pyrex that's the snapback, diamond shotgun shining Until the day I get struck by lightning
I am a god So hurry up with my damn massage And a French ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants I am a god I am a god I am a god
I just talked to Jesus He said 'what up Yeezus I said \"Shit I'm chilling Trying to stack these millions\" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa es su casa That's that cosa nostra I am a god I am a god