Intro:
Uh, ya, ya, ya, ya
Thought you was my home boy man
Chorus:
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
Verse 1:
Crackers called you n***a, we down on one knee
But G's look like you, G's look like me (yes sir!)
Michelangelo lied, hit the 743
I guessed they had to have rights and they shot us why we call ourselves G
OD now we, in paris like my n***a
Thats why they treat, thats why they beat
Your a** like a n***a (Slave)
f** Gucci, f** Louie
Till they come to my hood
f** Tom Ford, f** Versace
Yeah I said it I'm good
Chorus:
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
Verse:
Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, co*k the hammer
FLA they k**ed Tray, Micheal done shot Jay in his face
68 cent half n***a, NFL they laugh n***a
Paltrow, they let go, and everybody gave her a pa** n***a
And most folks , they said nothing, If a rapper breath, Everybody busting
Our kids dying, there blood rushing, cops laughing, we ducking
We dying, I'm trying to help our folks, man, I ain't lying
(Look i don't want to be your n***a no more)
Man I'm tired
Chorus:
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
Verse:
They made n***as, we sprayed n***as
They got smart, gave us AIDS n***a
They k**ed kings, you a brave n***a
You GOD to, made n***a
Made to hate your dark skin
You God son, they satan
They k**ed natives, raped men
Then went to church hollering AMEN!
And gave us liquor, gave us coke
But blame n***as, for selling dope
Olie north, up in the whole hood
Snow white but it ain't soap
So whos to blame for this shady word
Say it how you want it, it's the same word
No matter what wings, it the same bird
From Pyramids to dope serve
Chorus:
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY ni**a! (why you call yourself that)
A, MY ni**a! (you supposed to be a GOD)
Outro:
You, Are supposed to be a GOD, (GOD)