CurT@!n$ - G.O.D. pt III lyrics

One two... as we proceed... yeah... uh... Curt@!n$... [Curt@!n$] I'm heading back to Earth in the morning Them seas ain't safe out there and that's a warning Riding around town with a hearse and a coffin Chopping off heads and I'm selling it for auction Gone once, gone twice, roll a blunt, throw the dice Take your b**h, Dolemite, n***as know I'm cold as ice Call me dope artist, how I do it n***a Play bishop all you want, I'm gq-ing, n***as In the school of hard knocks you was Bueller n***a I'm a gold world, fat-laced Puma n***a I run around town with a crew of n***as Couple of ballers, and a couple of shooting n***as Call my team arenas... New beamers... few divas It's not uncommon to pull a Serena My charm got a thong feeling like its Katrina So respect the vision yo Backpack rapper but my sh** Fizzbin ho I got a little complex since Yay said that Little thing up in the complex that turn me to a monster Black Dior jeans, create Free World tee's Getting faded like PRP Pop bottles like everyday is New Years Eve b**h I am all lust and we all skeet Snatch chains, monopolize like we Wall Street Leave nothing on you like B.O.B Shots ring left from d**h like Lyor C Waking up in cold sweat this might be your dreams n***a