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(Ryan) Never would have made it Now I'm gonna make it out It's God speed It's God, yeah It's God speed It's God, ahhhh Uh, this is just how a zone with borders spaz I was born at a quarter past, I was the color purple Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil The Lord as my shepard, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher The industry said I had to be an alcoholic Who we having threesomes, we doing acid and having 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 Tesla Roadster down the coast of Monaco Low and behold, your honorable niggas is sheep Niggas is sleep, bout awoke as a dinosaur My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo He should receive a trophy for being 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 SongtexteRobbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin' The lie of Jesus is hard to believe I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden Speaking, how target have 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 niggas talk and it cheapens And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today I'm about a freak away from having Issa Rae eating 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 getting your street cred and a few streams Pop go the weasal, nigga, Fiva Nina I'm the illest You got pop culture fever, nigga, all I know is Big and Pac quotes Pop toast and squeezing triggers Speeding tickets, now I'm pulling cops over, give them niggas season tickets Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the misses She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin I told myself when I was 14 that she the one Now a nigga 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 Riding with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels Ryan Rice heaters, y'all niggas 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, lets 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 niggas crazy, yes They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80s met Bringing bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef Broadcasting "Ether" in HD at God speed Aus Songtexte Mania