[Voss]
G-O-D...V-O, see
Each foe flee, the tracks show he OD's
The equivalent of sniffin' three whole ki's
Watch these hoes fiend on both knees
Rap dope, you should probably get a bundle
And when the God speaks, you should probably get a muzzle
And if you're not a beast, you should not be in the jungle
Got a mulatta freak, hair longer than Rapunzel
So I'm climbin’ on that yellow bone
Then she say she want a daughter, tryin' to get her own little clone
I told her leave me the hell alone
Heard Adele come on then I watched her heart melt to stone
Al Capone…cold blooded
Gangster of love, I can feel my soul numbin’
Rob a record label for they whole budget
Blow it all and act like I never stole nothin’
On the whole fuck it…who cares?
Death is inevitable, why you scared?
Nothin' between us and heaven but a few stairs
You on treadmills, you never will find the truth there
Your face pretty girl, so these dudes stare
And your booty fruity, that thang look like two pears
But why you so worried about what you wear?
Why every week you dress your feet up in a new pair?
Thought them redbottoms was your best option
Then ya looked around and saw that all the rest got ‘em
It don't affect me, ma...I ain’t impressed often
Nor am I by corny guys y’all had said’s poppin’
Use the lead up in they pencil just to headshot ‘em
Mad frail, put the last nail in then coffins
I’m outta town, it’s like the Dark Knight left Gotham
The rest Robins, sidekick status
What they rhyme for, G? Sidekick rappers
With sideshow flows, meet the ringleader
But don’t soil his skin with ya dick beaters
Gun or knife to the fight? I bring neither
Just a mic and a tongue that might spit ether
Make you a believer if you're not one
Peep how it was written, listen...I am God, son
The white Nasir, who Mike Voss fear?
Not these damn holograms rappin' like Pac’s here
At Coachella…I’m a go getta'
White animal…albino-rilla
That King Kong ain’t got shit on
I run this here, watch the throne I sit on
I don't roll with Russians but you disrespect the set
You'll get Alonzo'ed, I ain’t know you liked to get wet
Now I ain’t never even held a tech
Kept my hands clean, I got too much self respect
But this here game made me a couple felon friends
Who just waitin’ for the word, I just gotta tell ‘em "yes"
Si…oui…hell yeah, fuckin’ right
Got a thing for crazy bitches cuz I’m lovin’ life
I ain't nothin' nice, your best is just another night
Sellin’ bullshit, tell ‘em get they hustle right
Say they spit crack? Better get gone
Stompin’ they CDs, that work’s stepped on
Bow down and pray to the god
I gotta eat and y’all lookin’ like prey to the god
V-O-to the double
Crooked letter, better put my cheddar in the duffle
And if you ain't payin' me then basically it's "fuck you"
Hand it over homie and there won’t be any trouble
Said it's V-O-to the double
Crooked letter, better put my cheddar in the duffle
And if you ain't payin' me then basically it's "fuck you"
The new God's here, give 'em someone to look up to
Amen
G-O-D...V-O, see
Each foe flee, the tracks show he OD's
The equivalent of sniffin' three whole ki's
Watch these hoes fiend on both knees
Rap dope, you should probably get a bundle
And when the God speaks, you should probably get a muzzle
And if you're not a beast, you should not be in the jungle
Got a mulatta freak, hair longer than Rapunzel
So I'm climbin’ on that yellow bone
Then she say she want a daughter, tryin' to get her own little clone
I told her leave me the hell alone
Heard Adele come on then I watched her heart melt to stone
Al Capone…cold blooded
Gangster of love, I can feel my soul numbin’
Rob a record label for they whole budget
Blow it all and act like I never stole nothin’
On the whole fuck it…who cares?
Death is inevitable, why you scared?
Nothin' between us and heaven but a few stairs
You on treadmills, you never will find the truth there
Your face pretty girl, so these dudes stare
And your booty fruity, that thang look like two pears
But why you so worried about what you wear?
Why every week you dress your feet up in a new pair?
Thought them redbottoms was your best option
Then ya looked around and saw that all the rest got ‘em
It don't affect me, ma...I ain’t impressed often
Nor am I by corny guys y’all had said’s poppin’
Use the lead up in they pencil just to headshot ‘em
Mad frail, put the last nail in then coffins
I’m outta town, it’s like the Dark Knight left Gotham
The rest Robins, sidekick status
What they rhyme for, G? Sidekick rappers
With sideshow flows, meet the ringleader
But don’t soil his skin with ya dick beaters
Gun or knife to the fight? I bring neither
Just a mic and a tongue that might spit ether
Make you a believer if you're not one
Peep how it was written, listen...I am God, son
The white Nasir, who Mike Voss fear?
Not these damn holograms rappin' like Pac’s here
At Coachella…I’m a go getta'
White animal…albino-rilla
That King Kong ain’t got shit on
I run this here, watch the throne I sit on
I don't roll with Russians but you disrespect the set
You'll get Alonzo'ed, I ain’t know you liked to get wet
Now I ain’t never even held a tech
Kept my hands clean, I got too much self respect
But this here game made me a couple felon friends
Who just waitin’ for the word, I just gotta tell ‘em "yes"
Si…oui…hell yeah, fuckin’ right
Got a thing for crazy bitches cuz I’m lovin’ life
I ain't nothin' nice, your best is just another night
Sellin’ bullshit, tell ‘em get they hustle right
Say they spit crack? Better get gone
Stompin’ they CDs, that work’s stepped on
Bow down and pray to the god
I gotta eat and y’all lookin’ like prey to the god
V-O-to the double
Crooked letter, better put my cheddar in the duffle
And if you ain't payin' me then basically it's "fuck you"
Hand it over homie and there won’t be any trouble
Said it's V-O-to the double
Crooked letter, better put my cheddar in the duffle
And if you ain't payin' me then basically it's "fuck you"
The new God's here, give 'em someone to look up to
Amen
( Voss )
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