Young God

Lyrics
I put a hit out on the beat so I'mma murda it – damnnn that's a reach, but it's Bibbles, have you heard of him? Got a K, but it's not for kid Not for kids but take a guess at who the target market is… not my friends Some got pissed off and left, guess they leave you when you're at your best – cuz you're a threat Game rookie, lyrically a vet, the fuck did you expect? Way better than 99%, and I'm in touch with my feminine – what?! Go directly to the reverend, only God can save you, plus some medicinе! We'll make you feel great, how 'bout more of that adrenaline? You'll be one hell of a specimen No way motherfucker, I'm straight Feelin' great in every single way, that's every day, and I'm evading all the hate like I've got myself a gate to negate anything that may be comin' my way, but there's a lock, I'm the key KB, that's me, young spittah, Young God, and that's how it's gotta be Unstoppable, and napalm's what I speak I'm the dog,with only one G, and I'm never on a leash Fuck that, I'm free, plus how else am I supposed to smell coochie Bustin' right up in that pussy, maybe I'm a douche… must admit I got the juice though I took a chance on that one, loosey goosey boozin' mood swings, ass fat son No, she ain't my type cuz she a fat one, plus she don't like rap none, only shit I gotta see is how she clap 'em "Body shaming, wow, that's low! Not everybody is small, some people grow!" Natural growth yes, not from tacos, wanna date? "You're 5'11" that's great, but not 6ft, so no!" How's that work? Everything that comes out of your mouth is soundin' backwards I'm a giant douche but you're an ass turd I'm just speakin' fact words Love me some melanin when they call me a cracker I fill up with laughter knowing what's next Find out I'm the best, then Bibby blast all on they chest Substitute my semen with a little bit of Crest, haven't got paid for that line yet – what the fuck! Respect me, I'll respect you It really ain't tough, everybody be cool Don't listen to everything they tell you on the news Funny how it's always shit that makes normal people feel blue – what's up with that?! Or are ya sleepin'? Little sheep's too scared of thinkin', it's way easier believing It's convenient letting someone else develop all your reason I would bet coronavirus was created for deleting – that's real
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Credits
- Producers
- Young Taylor