The God Intro

It's East Side until my ashes in a gold vase

Ride downtown in my city bumpin' Ghostface

F**k the police, b*tch

I feel like I'm O'Shea

Mental health problems nigga I know I'm not okay

Spillin' Pinot Grigio while I count up this bread

I like my b*tches pussy bald and my presidents dead

I shit in the booth, these hoes gon' lick my dick in the coupe

I got these niggas scared to drop like that Bishop in Juice

I wear the mask with the butterfly knife don't let me f**k up your life

I put your heart in a bucket of ice

I might be in a five star with a couple of dykes

It's Lord Benton, ill nigga cuffin' the mic

Niggas get shot everyday

He be aight, B

Gold Jesus piece hid over the polo white fleece

Fly niggas stay laced in vintage Versace

Need a stronger aerosol to mask the scent of the body

It's the God nigga

Money over b*tches

Power over cowards

Niggas plottin' so I bathe with the shotty in the shower

Homicide investigate a body every hour

Paranoid like smoke'll prolly buy an 8th of sour

The soundtrack to a killa's last breath

Up at Follies blowin' bread 'til ain't no f**kin' cash left, nigga

Never let no wet pussy f**k your dough up

Toast to the dead niggas, pour up

Blood money in the ziplock so it don't mold up

I feel like Mitch in the cherry red Beamer bumpin' Cold Crush

Second childhood, niggas grow up

The God in [?] b*tches go nuts

I'm stuntin' like Money Mayweather

The cash is way better than being broke

Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla

Lord have mercy the wolves are hungry and thirsty

Screw the barrel on the mouth of the 30, arrivederci

It's the God, nigga