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I'm the god of all gods
I guess you can say I'm like Ra
I'm the muthafuckin zar
Bet I make that shit bang full clip when the weapons get drawn
I aint even here for the smoke
I'm just here for your throat
To deliver my quote
From the 5280 gotta let em all know
I'm the muthafuckin sun god
In the sunshine state it feels so odd
Cuz I get more love than my home squad
But it's makin me grow so there's no loss
Now they hearin my name from the fort to the bay
I ain't gotta make a change to afford what I say
Attention get paid I show out my ray
I aint finna spray
I spit out the taste
Young nigga with a nasty flow
Pass the goat
Aint worried bout no animal
I ain't worried bout yo status bro
As you know
I'm fuckin with them mountain folk
Why you lookin like yo camera broke
Can't picture my shit unless the focus on
Underground rail roads that I'm rollin on
Call it steam punk smokin when I open doors
Now I'm back let me smoke some more
Matter fact imma act like I'm loco bro
Matter fact imma rap like it's blow for blow
And attack the cats that think they match my flow
Watch the show
Make sure every single body hit the floor
Rock and roll
Your lane trashy
I'm only in it for the mop and glow

(I put that)
On God
(I put that)
On me
(I bet that)
I'm hot
(I know that)
Yall sleep
And while yall watch
(I bet that)
I'm go'n eat
You don't wanna go to war with a
(Hold up, hold up, hold on Riik)
Ok
(I put that)
On God
(I put that)
On me
(I bet that)
I'm hot
(I know that)
Yall sleep
And while yall watch
(I bet that)
I'm go'n eat
You don't wanna go to war with a god

I'm at the top Olympus
I got the gold Olympics
I worked it out like fitness
But that's over your head no benches
I'm the type to grab me a spear and go javelin wit it
My head hit em in the core they say I'm grounded ya dig it
Crickets
F*ck y'all niggas
That's ok imma 1 up y'all niggas
Where the mushroom imma jump on niggas
Imma hit em with that tink leave some stars over niggas
I don't know what the f*ck they be thinking but those bars for beginners
I've been pushing 1milli like there are no limits
They know I'm different nobody asked you you critics
Quit it
I'm the meaning of hip hop
A nigga keeping it fresh call him Ziploc
A nigga need a new challenge tic toc
A nigga ballin for that paper Chris bosh
No chin I check these niggas
When it comes to my pen I'm a threat to niggas
Riik where the f*ck you been they don't respect us figures
I guess this is the end Thanos niggas
Rambo niggas
Kablam on niggas
I don't need a new chain
I got ammo nigga
I ain't fuckin with the law to put a band on niggas
I might break a couple jaws I'm feeling grand tho nigga
Breaking through these walls like the Kool aid man
Oh yeah I'm feelin like will I am
Legend to these niggas like Zelda fans
Only link I ever needed was a pen in hand

(I put that)
On God
(I put that)
On me
(I bet that)
I'm hot
(I know that)
Yall sleep
And while yall watch
(I bet that)
I'm go'n eat
You don't wanna go to war with a
(Hold up, hold up, hold on Riik)
Ok
(I put that)
On God
(I put that)
On me
(I bet that)
I'm hot
(I know that)
Yall sleep
And while yall watch
(I bet that)
I'm go'n eat
You don't wanna go to war with a god

I figured by now
Y'all be pointing me out
There go another fuckin weirdo with his head in the clouds
(Wow)
Your bringin me down
(Now)
They stealin my style
(Now)
My finger's fully raging every sentence like
(Owh)
Bow before a deadly killa with a god complex
You ain't even seein me with eye contacts
I'm on a higher level yes i confess
That I'm hotter than the devil no contest
I'm R double I K
(Bringin that stank)
Thought you knew I was saucey
(Whippin that paint)
Name another one like me
(Bet you you can't)
The only one with my steez
(God on the way)
Out of my way
Tell em that I'm outta restraints
Out of the cage
Ain't a place here that's safe
Here that k
Blow
There go your bae
Tell him bye
He fried
Cream brulee
I've been readin on the stars like a zodiac
Got me sittin on these bars like a polar cap
Ain't no reason for talk you don't wanna scrap
Niggas act hard it's a trap
Offendin some of y'all it's the facts
Lil homie should've told g you couldn't rap
You finna get the old me no holdin back
Disturb a nigga when he hungry get a smack
I've been holdin back for way too long
Waitin on
Something else to come along
Made this song
I made this LP
Feeling like ye
Move like LP
Killing any mic anybody hands me
Blowin doja and i know you smell me
When you're high as I be
Ain't shit to tell me
(Bitch)

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