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    Stand back, God talk
    The watch cost

    First things first I pop, slay all the honeys
    Ain't it funny? Angel, I got devils wanting money
    Seems sacred but get naked
    My penetration is all revelations
    And my eyes only seeing basic, they foul flagrant
    Infatuated with the bracelets, diamond-cut player
    You fallacious, not complacent
    Competition, I'm your favourite, knock knock
    It's me, motherfucker, you're dead wrong
    Turning your doorknob, a heartthrob
    Never my title but you bitches getting robbed
    I rhyme and flip lines so far ahead of my time
    My punchlines is lemon lime
    I'm sour, nigga, sweeter than pine
    I'm God's gift like Christmas time
    The money Jewish but it's black on black crimes
    They box me in from time to time
    For a Rolex, is you willing to die?
    You willing to die, nigga?
    Oh shit, nigga, you a rich nigga?
    Does your wrist glitter? How much your car engine?
    I can tell you got six figures
    Figure you ain't no real nigga
    You don't struggle like real niggas
    Probably snitch on a real nigga
    Just to get you out of bed, nigga
    Well let's see, my God is your God
    If he got faith in me, go and pull the trigger
    And leave it be, nigga
    Russian roulette, let's make a bet
    100 on black, I'm back with a vengeance
    the villain is vicious
    Heart of gold is relentless, book of Genesis
    Don't eat the apple, but you'd rather live ravish
    Street savvy, but not wealthy
    Good health, be blessed, tryna reach the heavens
    One day as I pray, halo over me
    As I lay back, chick on my lap everyday, this God talk

    This God talk
    This God talk
    Let God talk
    Stand back lil nigga, let God talk

    Tryna follow Christ, but this club light super bright
    And they pay me cash every single night
    Taking models back to the crib
    I know you want my life, you don't want my life
    Couldn't handle what they write about you
    The Superman of height, you can get 'em high
    But how far is you willing to climb for your own shine?
    Blowing shine, papers let a nigga vibe, letting God talk
    I'm like when summer approach
    Niggas thinking they're good, but they're more To
    I'm known coast to coast, you tryna play God
    With the devil's robes
    It's only one God, boy, you far from close
    Been ready, change cars like winter coats
    Niggas bubblegum, Winterfresh, in they Easter clothes
    No lint on my Easter clothes
    Resurrect, the prophet spoke

    This God talk
    This God talk
    Let God talk
    God talk

    And the Lord he told me find my way home
    And the Lord he told me find my way home
    And the Lord he told me make me home
    And the Lord he told me find my way home

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