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