Jarren Benton - The God Intro lyrics

[Verse 1] It's East Side until my ashes in a gold vase Ride downtown in my city bumpin' Ghostface f** the police, b**h I feel like I'm O'Shea Mental health problems n***a I know I'm not okay Spillin' Pinot Grigio while I count up this bread I like my b**hes p**y bald and my presidents dead I sh** in the booth, these hoes gon' lick my dick in the coupe I got these n***as scared to drop like that Bishop in Juice I wear the mask with the bu*terfly knife don't let me f** up your life I put your heart in a bucket of ice I might be in a five star with a couple of dykes It's Lord Benton, ill n***a cuffin' the mic n***as get shot everyday He be aight, B Gold Jesus piece hid over the polo white fleece Fly n***as stay laced in vintage Versace Need a stronger aerosol to mask the scent of the body It's the God n***a [Verse 2] Money over b**hes Power over cowards n***as plottin' so I bathe with the shotty in the shower Homicide investigate a body every hour Paranoid like smoke'll prolly buy an 8th of sour The soundtrack to a k**a's last breath Up at Follies blowin' bread 'til ain't no f**in' cash left, n***a Never let no wet p**y f** your dough up Toast to the dead n***as, pour up Blood money in the ziplock so it don't mold up I feel like Mitch in the cherry red Beamer bumpin' Cold Crush Second childhood, n***as grow up The God in [?] b**hes go nuts I'm stuntin' like Money Mayweather The cash is way better than being broke Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla Lord have mercy the wolves are hungry and thirsty Screw the barrel on the mouth of the 30, arrivederci It's the God, n***a