Blazin, mi don't want dem
Mi need dem
Blazin
Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
Hurry up with my damn ma**age
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I'm a man of God
My whole life in the hands of God
So y'all better quit playing with God
Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you
Cause kissing people a** is so unlike you
The only rapper who compared to Michael
So here's a few hating-a** n***as who'll fight you
And here's a few snake-a** n***as to bite you
I don't wanna hear what some n***as might do
Old n***as mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they never liked you
Pink-a** polos with a f**ing backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody else had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback
Ibn diamond, Chi-town shining
Monop' in this b**h, get a change of climate
Hop in this b**h and get the same thing I'm in
Until the day I get struck by lightning
I am a God
So hurry up with my damn ma**age
In a French-a** restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a God
I am a God
I am a God
I just talked to Jesus
He said, "What up Yeezus?"
I said, "sh** I'm chilling
Trying to stack these millions"
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa es su casa
That's our costra nostra
I am a God
I am a God
I am a God
Ain't no way I'm giving up on my god