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(Verse) 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 yall 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 (Hook) 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 Letras de cancionesJust call me the god Just call me the god I got bars for you nigga (Verse) 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 (Hook) 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 From Letras Mania