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 ...

Uh, this is just high zone when borders pass

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 nigga 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 niggas is sheep

Niggas 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 button, halt your critiquin'

Talk is cheap, the more you niggas 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 ass

Better bring his A, let his single play

We don't care what you sing,

hit you in the face with the butt of the gun

You leak and get your street cred and a few streams

Pop go the weasal, nigga, Fiva Nina I'm the illest

You got pop culture fever, nigga, all I know is Big and Pac quotes

Pop totes and squeezing triggers

Speeding tickets,

now I'm pulling cops over, give them niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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