[Verse 1]
They all make believe, speak convincing -partial
Fuck eviction Marshalls, you gotta make me leave
These words I’m trying to make 'em see
I can feel it in my fingers like I’m breaking weed
I’m in the Bentley, check my archives, say it
Yo’ Hoopti got a hard drive, n***a save it
Get it? Hard drive, save it
But what y’all jerkin off, fuck who you came with
I live this shit, this ain’t a movie though
I’m who they go to when they wanna hear some shit
Now this the difference
I got a crib and a studio, your crib is a studio we got different rents
My re up is a key up
You don’t like the way I handle the rap n***a d up
Cleared out, isolation
A cappella, this last bar for observation

[Chorus]
I got drugs for your brain
Trap house what I rap about like I’m tying up your veins
Like I’m supplyin you with cane
Got the rap world saying (What’s his name)
Just call me the god, just call me the god
Just call me the god, just call me the god
I got bars for you n***a
[Verse 2]
My flow would make her laugh, I’m comical with it
I get pussy behind these bars, conjugal visits
Get em off me
I’ll give all your crews a fix never cross me
Damn (get it), we could spit a verse for dough
If not trying to pay me stop it baby like birth control
All day I be copping
A fish scale in the crib, weighing my options
By the morning it’s going to fly
When it touched down n***as gonna pump it til it’s dry (til it’s dry)
And my soft they gonna buy
Buy my hard count get the feds jumping off sides
I get you on hit
I got the bull’s eyes on a shirt like she working for target (practice)
Clear it out, isolation
A cappella, this last bar for observation

[Chorus]
I got drugs for your brain
Trap house what I rap about like I’m tying up your veins
Like I’m supplyin you with cane
Got the rap world saying (What’s his name)
Just call me the god, just call me the god
Just call me the god, just call me the god
I got bars for you n***a