God & the Devil 2.0

Lyrics
[Intro] (Is the definition of the darker me) (I got some dirty shit to pick up) At the dry cleaner (I got a thotty) Bitch to pick up, I call her Selena (Now hold on, hold on, hold on nigga) (Shawty hop up in the whip but I ain't never seen her) (Shawty love the way I whip it in the two seater) Ey (Hahahaha) [Verse 1] Let it rain, choppa got the drips again (Drips again) Swey's back, all you fakes better hide again (Hide again) Next level, beat the boss, 'bouta stack some yen You know nothing 'bout the demons that I'm handling Third album in a year, that's God's plan Xelfmade with the gang, that's where shit began (Shit began) All y'all niggas 'bout the fame, I ain't 'bout the fame (I ain't 'bout it, I ain't 'bout it) All y'all niggas 'bout that lame, I ain't been the same (Ain't been the same) Azide on the beat finna bring the pain Told that nigga, grab the choppa, let it rain (Let it rain) All y'all niggas sweet like some candy cane (Candy cane) Rappin' everyday just to stay sane (Got) G-g-got this runnin' through my fucking veins (Through my veins) Y'all sippin' on beer, we sippin' champagne Sippin' champagne, you heard it here first nigga Sippin' champagne, sippin' champagne, huh [Chorus] Livin' the trap life, my smile be so crooked You think my girl in the kitchen Nah man, I am the one who is cookin' Flickin' my wrist, you know what I mean Say you addicted to alcohol X to my lean You thought we was gang But I am a rebel I am the God at same time the Devil [Verse 2] Real nigga, ballin' on everything D-d-d-dunk on my ex, get on any team Fist pump, got my wrist plump, make the crowd jump All you niggas trash dump, I got fandom Ain't no random, never pass up, always turn up Take yo' bitch hump, never been slumped, got a big gun Finna pop some, finna drop some, where ya come from Why ya so dumb? Spittin' bubblegum, got no income Sippin' on rum, 'cause it's all love Daddy beat her, sippin' by the liter She a cheater with a visa and a nina Shootin' niggas just to feed her Got a big drum with the green thumb, you a damn scum did this shit for fun Make you run, you my son, I been on some Splish splash with that water gun, make yo' bitch wet (Make her wet) Show me respect, 'cause I aim for the neck (Show me respect) [Chorus] Livin' the trap life, my smile be so crooked You think my girl in the kitchen Nah man, I am the one who is cookin' Flickin' my wrist, you know what I mean Say you addicted to alcohol X to my lean You thought we was gang But I am a rebel I am the God at same time the Devil
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Credits
- Writers
- J Swey
- Azide