(Verse)
Ayo I make believe, speak convincing
Past you $#&@ a fiction, Miles says you got to make me leave

These words I'm tryna make em see
I can feel it in my fingers like I'm breaking weed
I'm in the Bentley, check my archives, say it

And who did? Got a hard drive, ^!$$% save it
Get it? Hard drive, save it
But what yall jerkin off? $#&@ who you came with

I live this %#@!, this ain't a movie tho
I'm who they go to when they wanna hear some %#@!
Now this the difference,

I got a crib and a studio, your crib is a studio
We got different ranks
My re-up is a key up

You don't like the way I handle the rap? ^!$$% D up
Cleared out, isolation
Acapela this last line for observation


(Hook)
I got drugs for your brain

Trap house what I rap bout like I'm tying up your friends
Like I'm supplyin you with caine
Got the rap world sayin well snap,

Just call me the god
Just call me the god
Just call me the god

Just call me the god
I got bars for you ^!$$%


(Verse)
My flow would make her laugh, I'm comical with it
I get #~!!@ behind these bars, conjugal visits

Get em off me
I'll give all your crews a fix, never cross me
Damn did it, we could split a verse for those

If not tryna pay me, stop it baby like birth control
All day I've been copped in
A fish scale in the crib, weighin my options

By the morning's gonna fly
When it touched down, ^!$$%s gon pump it til it's dry
And my soul they gon buy

But my hard count got the feds jumpin off sides
I get you on hit
I got the bull's-eyes on a shirt like she workin for target practice

Cleared out, isolation
Acapela this last bar for observation


(Hook)
I got drugs for your brain
Trap house what I rap bout like I'm tying up your friends

Like I'm supplyin you with caine
Got the rap world sayin well snap,
Just call me the god

Just call me the god
Just call me the god
Just call me the god

I got bars for you ^!$$%