WRESTLING GOD

Lyrics

[Intro: Hayatheus] And it's therapy time, winding some paradigms The aroma's so bad, I'm scared to decline Do y'all even fuck with my kind? Do you know what I am? Who come from my soul and my scent? Always toil and plant Why am I facing my origin? Long line of being other than foreign I blended in for a while Car crash, cracked and get burnt Uncover my pen and my purpose on earth My dog didn't look like me And his didn't look like him His wasn't illustrations Mine was from ancient nations We don't mix the blood with a pen And it's all love in the end Even when they hate you Just show us how great they love for thеir friends I can't fix shit with a song I can't fix shit with a song I can't fix shit with a song [Verse 1: Hayatheus] Drownin' in my bed, I feel rusty I ain't written in a month, see It ain't seen to do nothing, words on a pagе I'm too accustomed, everyone rapping So who is him? Why he different? Why he spittin'? Why should I listen? How he stack up against the competition? No racks for bars, I'm crazy He chose to get shit kicking Self-sold by the verse It's cold in their hearts Spawned by a lack of the purse Walk in a section, walk them out And turn around and say it Warring reflections and no renown among Those who getting their praises sung [Verse 2: Hayatheus] If my patience worked then, like vermicelli It's only because I used to live so Machiavelli That corporation you loyally carry We all want a taste of that royal jelly Stack up my sins like slice of deli Only the great can be together In love with the drink The sauce can be heavy I wanted to live forever I was the man, the life on the telly I was at the gym with the bennies Had some hoes do the same, so friendly I caught the chain but I wanted a Bentley I needed a testing and God got me to change [Verse 3: Hayatheus] One, took me a crash to wake up Finally lookin' at the past through the make up I was feeling tender for my face Felt my life's green, twist not embraced Finally braced for the pair I'm playing with this shit, live life I just wanna live, I do not play with this shit Live, play with this shit, live, play with this shit I do not play with this shit Ayy, I told all my past men Fuck all those racks and all of those hoes I got pros on the rise I'm gonna grow, I'm gonna grow this shit fast My pros look like Nas, exploding new class Yeah, I'm drowning your tears, I'll die in the gas I'll swallow all fear and I'll light up the past (Yeah) [Outro: Hayatheus] Yes, we gon' get it, I promise we on I promise we'll get it, I promise we on Yes, we gon' get it, I promise we on I promise we'll get it, I promise we on Tryna see marathon, not a race I just play paragon on the page Heard the storm, found she on race I act like Ghani but I feel like Genghis Khan Not enough, [?] and phenomenon Tryna sell, build and pay me on