Fred The Godson - Call Me The God lyrics

rate me

I make believe, speak convincing

Past you fuck a fiction, miles says you got to make me leave

These words I’m tryina 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, nigga save it

Get it? Hard drive, save it

But what y’all jerkin off, fuck who you came with

I live this shit, this ain’t a movie though

I’m who they go to when they wanna hear some shit

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

Nigga d up, cleared out, isolation

Acapela this last line for observation

[Hook]

I got drugs for your brain

Trap house what I rap about like I’m tying up your friends

Like I’m supplyin you with cane

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 nigga

My flow would make her laugh, I’m comical with it

I get pussy 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 tryina pai me, stop it baby like birth control

All day I’ve been copped in

A fish scale in the crib, weighting my options

By the morning’s gonna fly

When it touched down, niggas gonn pump it till it’s dry

And my soul they gonn buy

Buy mt hard count get 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 line for observation

[Hook]

I got drugs for your brain

Trap house what I rap about like I’m tying up your friends

Like I’m supplyin you with cane

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 nigga.