God Speed

(Ryan) Never would have made it

Now I'm gonna make it out (make it out)

It's God speed

It's God, yeah

It's God speed

It's God, ahhhh

Uh, this is just how I zone when Porter spaz,

I was born at a quarter past

I was the color purple,

Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag

Now I'm the hottest ***** that you know with the coldest intentions

Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil

The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher

The industry said I had to be an alcoholic

Who be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' seizures

Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers

All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features

I don't relate to common folk, they focus on the comments, so

I'm gonna roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco

Lo and behold, your honorable

****** is sheep, ****** is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur

My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo

He should receive a trophy for bein' the holy Jesus of flows

He the G.O.A.T., baaah, that should be my, taaaag

I'm from the streets where the odds are not even

Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin'

A***h and Jesus, it's hard to believe

I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden,

Speakin', how targeted we been?

Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in her DMs, shark in the deep end

Put the paws on you, I soften your defense

Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin'

Talk is cheap, the more you ****** talk it, it cheapens

And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today

I'm about a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin' out LisaRaye

Any artist out that you see is great,

Tell 'em I said bring his ass

Better bring his A, let his single play

We don't care what you sing,

Hit you in the face with the butt of the gun

You leak and get your street cred and a few streams

Pop go the weasel, *****, Fiva Nina, I'm the illest

You got pop culture fever, *****

All I know is Big and Pac quotes,

Pop toast and squeezin' triggers, speedin' tickets

Now I'm pullin' cops over, give them ****** season tickets

Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus

She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin

I told myself when I was 14 that she the one

Now a ***** probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz

Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters

Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters

Ridin' with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels

Ryan writes heaters

Y'all ****** is cut like one them

"Get Rich or Die Tryin'" wife-beaters

Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle

If you a hater, let's do it,

I whip you now and then whip on your boy later

Them whippins'll go around like a tornado

I get rid of more yayo, I don't do Rodeo

Or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's

So many men shopping the women's section,

It ain't no ladies left These ****** crazy? Yes

They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep

I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and C*****e 80's met

Bringin' bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef

Broadcastin' "Ether" in HD at God speed