God Said It

Bitch niggas time is up

Pack it up clock ticking

Fuck you cowards

Never knew you

God said I didn’t

No soul

Vibe missiing

My job and your job different

You get paid to kill culture

God said it i didn’t

You niggas disease to us

Blood sucking

Mind shifting

Hope you burn in hell pussy

God said it i didn’t

Ain’t no song about killing white boys

With chops in it

Just Kill a nigga kill a mmm

Y’all said it i didn’t

How you throw up that gang signs

If you ain’t from that side with it

You ain’t press no enemies

You ain’t push no lines in it

Claiming another nigga culture

Who got family that died in it

Y’all the worst type of niggas

The hood said it i didn’t

Dreaming of a million

With a million distractions

Pistol popping peeling and crashing

Popping pills and then blacking

Wheeling dealing to stop the headaches

Fucka Advil and Aspirin

You cant feel a nigga pain

Just like we cant feel your passion

From my project window

All i see is commotion

Do not prescribe me no Motrin

Nigga i need some motion

Aye

I aint choose the fucking struggle

Nigga i arrived in it

My environment will devours

Your kind in five minutes

You live in a box you’re locked in it

They give you the plot to pop

With all these promotional dollars dropped in it

Ya rap persona and glocks rented

Ya bitches ya niggas ya drops rented

The charts and billboard spots rented

Ya number ones

And another ones and the other ones

Contrived isn’t it

The phantom is nice drive in it

The pool is cool dive in it

Miles Davis or Clive Davis

You talk Jazz and Jive with it

Dear mr black man

Where the fuck is ya black plan

Thought hiphop was black damn

God said it I didn’t

All I hear is ballers pimps

Parlor tricks

Politics

Disgusting broads

Cars and bricks

I take ya bitch

Flaunt ya bitch

Sponsor trips

Man shut the fuck up

With that garbage shit

Your Insecurity harbored in

All them traps you keep

Falling in

Ya Women wouldn’t love you

Unless there’s money you’re offering

That masculine ass bitch only

Softening for that car you’re in

Can’t wait to hear

What she call you when

You’re arguing

When she targeting them facades you in

All this shit is marketing

Shottiy sparking

Bodies chalking

Dead rapper inside a coffin

Sign his ass we got a bargain

Y’all want me to write these bars

Inside the margin

Insite a riot

Decide to march in

Record labels

Hi I’m awesome

Can you market me like Marshall or

Walmart can be like Marshall’s

Some of us get the right aid

And others gotta be a target

It’s one manufactured Script

Spiderman vs Peter Parker

My multiverse

Spark the worse controversy disrespectfully

Your majesty will tragically reverse ya shits trajectory

You are witnessing the history of hiphop’s

Hysterectomy

And who the fuck cut the umbilical cord

Because your shit just don’t connect for me

You mean to tell me if i save my people

You wont check for me

But if i help enslave my people then you write a check for me

I could give a fuck about your rapping rapport

Fuck a metaphor

You made millions off the backs of the poor

Media propaganda trick the masses for sure

Lets all applaud the machines for ya massive allure

You aint never traded bars with a master of war

I leave ya brains on the ceiling and ya back on the floor

I fight you all put my back to the wall

Laugh if i fall

It be show and tell nigga

I’ll go to hell with half of your skull

Dear hiphop you a bitch that ain’t romantic at all

Lets try this again a real nigga is back at ya door

Now open up slut what you ain’t got no manners at all

Or you aint got no man to buy you nice panties and bras

We moving furniture all they did was damage ya walls

Well listen

My shot is Curry

And My handles Jamal

My face up Melo

And Ant man

I channel them all

By the way im from the trenches

Where the animals are

If you lying to earn ya stripes

You get handed ya scars

Im am the best rapper that ever walked on this planet thus far

Mike Jermain Marlin Tito Jackie Randy and all

The Lox over strings

Like Bob Marley playing the guitar

Nina Simone

Lena horne

He in a zone

In a league of clones

He on his own

Leave him alone

His features and tones

Is Copper red

Saponi Blackfoot

Known for chopping heads

I’m Dirt Red like clay earth

I’m Dirt Red like baby birth

Read like a bible verse

Im nice like ladies first

If we work

Pay me first

If we lay a track together

You get a Mercedes hearse

That black magic made me curse

I’ll bare the cold on my back

And wrap up the babies first

Chief of the culture nigga

And nobody play the turf

I am here to bring the soul back

That is my mission

Machines running everything thats why your minds missing

Slow the fuck down homie

Take your time listen

You niggas falling off

God said it

I didn’t

And when you make it to that crib

With the high ceilings

Just don’t do no shit you know your

Spirit not feeling

They couldn’t break me

Because I’m not willing

All the heros lied thats how we got villains

Thats how we got villians

All the heros died

How are we not villains