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Rodie on the beat, lemme shit talk
Got the fiends on a leash, watch em brick walk
Pushing product in ya city little kiddy, it's a promise that nobody ever even fuckin with me, yeah
Michigan on the map, and I put it there
D-Town and I'm bout to go on a tear
Gripped the mic, and I knew that I would be the heir
Of this rap game, you bitches only stand and stare
Pint of red in my cup? That's a no-no
I make you spill a pint of red when I blow doe
Call me king of the underground so
If you catch me in the city, know my shooters on go mode
Listen, you'd be lying if you said that Rodie Beats ain't put the Mitten on
Shout out Rio for that bar, he the OG
It's Gods Glory, hoe, we gunnin' for that trophy
Got a new man? He better fight back
I drop a 20 on his head, that's a light pack
And you a light snack, I'm tryna eat it
Imma make you fall in love, I guarantee it
Smooth flows, hoppin out the two doors
Drop a pussy, fools go
Press up on you, you froze, uh
Gods Glory, on ya set, we impose
It's our job to expose all the fuckers u knows
Arose, from the ground, we uphold
All the shit you oppose, while we f*ck on ya hoes, uh
Dispose, with ya body, it goes
Down the river, it flows
In my room, I compose, uh
Yeah, f*ck it, I'm off that flow
Drop a bag on her, I don't even want that hoe
F*ck her, kick her to the curb, show her to the door
Found it funny cause she said she wanna take it slow
Take it slow, like?
I don't even know what the f*ck she means by that, but, anyways
I'm bout to pass it off, ayo, Fourxe
Thought it was only him, it's the two of us (two of us)
You only got one bitch, I got two of em
Soon to have three (three), counting on three fingers like MJ
I'm the G.O.A.T
Heh
Bitch, who you choosing
You be missing on the one, it's a bit confusing
I got gold around my neck, that's my greatest trophy
I don't show no disrespect, but you would hate to know me
Place those lips around my dick, yeah, c'mon and blow me
Say that you got smarter brain, well, c'mon and show me
I'm full of drive, I'm talking about Rodeo
My spirit real high, but the money keep me live
She want a new whip, you think I would say no?
Don't even hurt my pockets, making money like Dre tho
Uh
My complexion in a section by itself
Hours of ideas, but I'm speaking them in seconds, give you pussy boys hell
Heard your last tape, wasn't numbers in the sale
Whatever role you want, I can do it, Christian Bale
Many methods to the madness, as I'm fucking up the planet
Premeditated murder, bitch, I had to plan it
Kick her out, she ain't bad bitch
All the hoes come around, never did, when I ain't had shit
We talking bout lineups, yours is like the Mavericks
I got the dream team, even if they're birds, there still can be some magic
Doing tricks, yeah, David Blaine
I still stay the same, but I have some fun though
I get the type of feeling, that none know
We talking bout business, then I walk out with a hundo
Make a song with Huncho, talking about Quavo
Bitches want the most, when they cannot match my payroll
They tend to break easy, like I'm playing with some play dough
Red inside my eye, out here moving like Kano
Knock the pussy out, hit it home, with a KO
With a KO
Knock the pussy out, hit it home, with a KO
I'm just playing, though
Fourxe
Gods Glory

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