Royce Da 5'9" - God Speed lyrics

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Royce Da 5'9" - God Speed lyrics

Ryan Never would have made it .... made it out It's god Speed It's god ..... It's god Speed It's god ..... [Verse] Uh, this is just high zone when borders pa** I was born at a quarter past, I was the color purple Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag I'm the hottest n***a that you know with the coldest intentions Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil The Lord as my shepard, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher The industry said I had to be an alcoholic When we having threesomes we doing acid and having seizures Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features I don't relate to common folk, they focus on the comments so I'm gonna roll a Tesla Roadster down the coast of Monaco Low and behold, your honorable n***as is sheep n***as is sleep, bout awoke as a dinosaur My connect'll give you a whole kilo of Coke so he can go Geronimo He should receive a trophy for being the holy Jesus of flows He the G.O.A.T., baaah, that should be my taaaag I'm from the streets where the odds are not even Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin' The lie of Jesus is hard to believe I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden Speaking, how target have we been? Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in the DMs, shark in the deep end Put the paws on you, I soften your defense Hit your pause bu*ton, halt your critiquin' Talk is cheap, the more you n***as talk and it cheapens And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today I'm about a freak away from having Issa Rea eating out Lisa Ray Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his a** Better bring his A, let his single play We don't care what you sing, hit you in the face with the bu*t of the gun You leak and get your street cred and a few streams Pop go the weasal, n***a, Fiva Nina I'm the illest You got pop culture fever, n***a, all I know is Big and Pac quotes Pop tose (?) and squeezing triggers Speeding tickets, now I'm pulling cops over, give them n***as season tickets Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the misses She turn me into a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin I told myself when I was 14 that she the one Now a n***a probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters Riding with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels Ryan Rice (?) heaters, y'all n***as is cut like one them Get Rich or Die Tryin' wife-beaters Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle If you a hater, lets do it I whip you now and then whip on your boy later Them whippins'll go around like a tornado I get rid of more yayo, I don't do RoDayo Or ales (?), I do the Floyd May-o's So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no ladies left These n***as crazy, yes They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80s met Bringing bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef Broadcasting Ether in HD, God Speed

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