[Intro]
Free my n***a J Real, man
FGE shit, Rap God
Finna kill four remixes in one day
First remix since a n***a been home from jail
Uh-huh

[Verse]
Got money in two different cities, I was sellin' packs
Three pistol cases, even 12 know that I never lack
Yo, FGE, ain't it a blessin'?
We put God first 'stead of complainin' and stressin'
How we came up from nothin' hustlin', now we fly like the Jetsons
Ain't it a blessin' that we free and still in each other presence?
Yo, G-O-D, thanks for the blessin'
When 12 searched us, they found that Smith & Wesson
They locked us up and asked us questions, tried to change the direction
My n***as didn't let 'em finess 'em for a fuckin' confession (Uh-huh)
Kick doors in my Timbos, uppin' big poles
Get smacked with the pistol, leave your shit swole
Fall back, n***a, limbo if it ain't ten-four
Pop that pussy like a nympho or a pimple
Still reminiscin' on them days when I was broke as hell
'Til I set grams up on the scale, yeah, I had dro for sale
I didn't get high off my supply, so I was smokin' Ls
I had shit planned, I never thought that I would go to jail
Be readin' books and doin' push-ups in a holdin' cell
Had COs bringin' me bundles of all my open mail
I know the system's against us and we supposed to fail
The white walkers amongst us, youngers is cold as hell
In case my black opps plottin', bitch, I was loadin' shells
Brought toys to school inside my bookbag, it wasn't show and tell
You n***as hate 'cause I'm speakin' facts and I'm dope as hell
You should've seen them crackers faces when I posted bail
Been fightin' demons all my life, I swear I know 'em well
I've taken lives, can't act surprised if I do go to hell
Came from a portal, Rap God, I'm immortal
Tats on my torso, got cheese like Digiorno
Pockets like bolo, whores on me, no polo
I roll up, no yo-yo, then cut like I'm Zoro
This monster is armed, that's on foenem, no Goro
Leave pussy wet, watch me do it, no porno
Tony always beast and you n***as know that's the mode he in
Trippin' splashin' sauce on your TV like Nickelodeon
Ballin' like I'm Kobe and Mike on 'em like a podium
Broski blowin' loud like a dynamite, no Napoleon
Foreign thing, all on my dick, shawty Cambodian
Don't slip, I'll come with that mop like a custodian
When I show up, n***as shut up, they don't know what he on
His homie played them games with me and now his buddy gone
They wanna stand by your side when they know your money long
Now watch how many disappear when you tell 'em your money gone
N***as been prayin' on my downfall
Don't cross that line like a foul ball
I might have to let a hundred rounds off
AK-47 with me, it'll kill a clown y'all
Wet 'em and dead 'em before I let 'em take my crown off
Dreams of killin' 12, turn a pig to a groundhog
Too fuckin high and godly to ever be around y'all
Flow so deep, go over heads, I could drown y'all
New fans searchin' for my tracks like a hound dog
Didn't have a penny, but I done made my family proud, y'all
[Outro]
Squad
Shout out to the homie Tee Grizzley too, man, keep doin' your thing, man, much love
And shout out to my squad, FGE shit, man, you already know what it is, man, Rap God