God Cannot Help

God can’t help you bitch Now I know you wanna snitch Rock yo teeth bitch rock yo face Rap my hands with fucking lace Hear you tryna take my place My gaze sends you to the ground I’m pound for pound Now do the fucking race I’ll turn up the bass I’m bringing the heat Ya ear drums ringing When my guns be singing bitch Veracious immunity That causes my impunity Pulses the cult Tryna eat my soul like a demon fiendin Morphine in my blood stream steamin Bitch Do not depend on me For a time of serenity Cause like I'm the heavenly trinity Takin over ya destiny I be havin a tendency Boom boom Makin ya life misery Reanimate reality Reactivate insanity Rapidly causing calamity Invalidate your galaxy I am so willing to fore come your killing Wait Kickin ya bucket I tuck it cause fuck it Resort to my hands they fine Marked up boy no tan lines Flat line Marksman with hands boy a shot to your head I deliver One shot to your liver you quiver you shiver in fear Thinking I need to get out of here man Well There’s no where to run There’s no where to hide I’m tellin you son You already died Uh Pick apart your freedom I go run up and I bleed um Spit in the wound to leave an infection Recording ya death Viewer discretion advised Then taking ya bitch Triple X to your eyes She on her knees for god like it was Sunday morning She praising me boy by shaking and moaning Wait Bump this shit loud like the weed I smoke But you better be quiet unless you wanna start a riot Now that you're dying you wanna turn religious Okay God can’t help you bitch Now I know you wanna snitch Rock yo teeth bitch rock yo face Rap my hands with fucking lace Hear you tryna take my place My gaze sends you to the ground I’m pound for pound Now do the fucking race I’ll turn up the bass I’m bringing the heat Ya ear drums ringing When my guns be singing bitch Preaching my word Like I wrote the Bible You know what you heard You a Disciple And I am the Angel Yes I am the messenger Death will be painful Cause I am the predator Feelin so primal I settle with metal I pull out my rifle Ain’t shootin no pebble If you is my rival I’m leaving you cripple But I am not boolin How come Im still ruilin Finger on the trigger My goons comin bigger My guns shooting quicker My gas is so loud I’m feelin so high I could fly in the sky Fuckin with me watch out you might die Pause Pull the glock out Kick back dropped a bitch now he knocked out Aye Flipping the clip then I shoot from my hip Bro you got hit by my twin holo tips Man this depressin You losin you stressin Fuck God can’t help you bitch Now I know you wanna snitch Rock yo teeth bitch rock yo face Rap my hands with fucking lace Hear you tryna take my place My gaze sends you to the ground I’m pound for pound Now do the fucking race I’ll turn up the bass I’m bringing the heat Ya ear drums ringing When my guns be singing bitch