[Verse 1]
Why you beefing with a God its
Supa Dupa the head n***a in charge from
KOLD MOB shout out to Richy, Indiyo, Frankie
And all my other n**ies
Devilish n***a with the swa*k of an OG
n***as try to Go Pro me, but they 3rd eye shut
That's what the f** is up
When you try to bust on a crew getting buck
n***a f**
I'm sicker than that n***a Wayne when he on the lean
Please proceed to drain the brain
Insane in the membrane, smoking on some chemstrain
Supa Supa hot flame
n***a this is my game n***a you a no-name
And you salty
It ain't my fault, b
I be in the clouds so high with my whole team
Six senses yeah I'm so keen
Lame n***as wanna be me
[Hook]
All the Gods looking down on me
Motherf**ing Gods looking down on me
Pa** the weed and break it down for me
High off the loud
I'm up in the clouds
All the Gods looking down on me
Motherf**ing Gods looking down on me
Pa** the weed and break it down homie
High off the loud
I'm up in the clouds
[Verse 2]
I'm just a young n***a who's getting it
f** being nice b**h I'm winning
You run to your trunk, get the semi
I wind up and co*k back
She pop that then lock that then drop that
I'm winning
f** Charlie Sheen b**h
Just me with the clique b**h
Pancakes and waffles
Flip n***as like switches
Leave them in ditches
All of these n***as in here I demand my three wishes
Genie in a bottle you lie more than Obama
f** the government they are like a teeter totter
Always switching up just like my flows
Nah they never tell the truth
That's how it goes
3rd eye so high I'm never low
f** money f** all the materials
Materials
Devilish n***a
Hell is where my spirit goes
[Charles Manson Interlude]
[Hook x2]