I’m a god. I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a...

Feel the wrath of a self proclaimed pharaoh of the future
I stay busting (???)
Help curate my sanity
Cause the acid’s taking its toll
Like a slaying a dragon faking it’s fall
I’m lagging, waiting for gold and
Gotta go and get it and
I’ve been obsessed with time for a minute
But time isn’t a vector, no
Time isn’t a scalar, no
Time is just perspective
And I feel the thoughts are dated
But I still think like I’m already sedated
But I’ll still drink liquor with my n***as and some bitches if the meal’s free
“Don’t drink on an empty stomach”
I’ll still drink Henny with my balling brother Nick
Bosnia flow. (???) Sketchy like I bought it from a bitch chilling in West Lawson and Fifth Ave
Not afraid to admit it
Waiting if I slip
See n***a I haven’t slipped yet
I’ll get your ship wrecked
Or captured and thrown over board
I’m a god
I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a...

Feel the wrath of a world renowned enigma
Waiting on the social stigma flip
Just to remember when my psyche wasn’t interesting to those
Who carry pseudo oaths as a daily accessory
And they steady assessing me for closure
Thought these doors open
(Fuck)

I’m a god
I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a...

I’m a god
I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a...