Lyrics

[Chorus] I am that I am that I am I'm the God, put the bands in my hand Hit the checkered field land in the land You ain't gang, you a fan of the fans I am that I am that I am I'm the God, put the bands in my hand Hit the checkered field land in the land (Ayy) You ain't gang, you a fan of the fans [Verse] I rhyme like the nigga that invented the concept Fuck you, pay me, that's the winnin', it's mindset Swagger rappers in my bracket really ain't fine yet They tryna block my ballin' like a Wimbledon bomb threat Smooth ass nigga, two Os and two of these Seen everything, still I never seen two mes I'm a salad bar, nothing but herbs and blue cheese I've been stuntin' in New Orleans, I'm feelin' like Drew Brees If I never could do it, then it can't be done Know a enough ho niggas, I just can't be one I ain't never had a problem that could make me run With all this money floatin' 'round, I gotta make me some Told my partner if you ridin', then I'm ridin', in fact I ain't trippin', if you know the way, I'm ridin' in back Had to get it out the mud, I ain't fuckin' with subpar My hood niggas hoppin' out the womb with a gun charge We ordinary people, and it seem to be odd My human triangles helped me figure what it mean to be God Water walkin', wrist flickin', made in the image, ho So I thought I told 'em, they be actin' like they didn't know Bag dippin', trick or treat, just pick a beat, I'll fuck it up I've been livin' good, my trajectory just up enough In the home of the niji, yeah, the land of the brave Picture God takin' orders from a man in the caves But see [Chorus] I am that I am that I am I'm the God, put the bands in my hand Hit the checkered field land in the land You ain't a gang, you a fan of the fans I am that I am that I am I'm the God, put the bands in my hand Hit the checkered field land in the land You ain't gang, you a fan of the fans [Outro] How y'all feel out there?