(Ryan) Never would have made it Now I'm glad I make it out It's God speed It's God, yeah It's God speed It's God, ahh
Uh, this is just how I zone when Porter spaz I was born at a quarter past I was the color purple, Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag Now I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher The industry said I had to be an alcoholic Who be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' seizures Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features? I don't relate to common folk, they focus on the comments so I'ma go roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco Lo and behold, your honorable Niggas is sheep, niggas is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo He should receive a trophy for bein' the holy Jesus of flows He the G. O. A. T. , baah That should be my, taag I'm from the streets where the odds are not even Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin' Allah and Jesus, it's hard to believe I'm a product of Eve In the garden of Eden, speakin', how targeted we been? Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in her DMs Shark in the deep end, put the paws on you, I soften your defense Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin' Talk is cheap, the more you niggas talk it, it cheapens And all I see is prey 'round the streets today I'm about a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin' out LisaRaye Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass Better bring his A, let his single play We don't care what you sing, hit you in the face with the butt of the gun You leak and get your street cred and a few streams Pop go the weasel, nigga Fiva Nina, I'm the illest, you got pop culture fever, nigga All I know is Big and Pac quotes, pop toast and squeezin' triggers, speedin' tickets Now I'm pullin' cops over, give them niggas season tickets Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin I told myself when I was 14 that she the one Now a nigga probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters Ridin' with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels Ryan writes heaters Y'all niggas is cut like one of them "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" wife-beaters Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle If you a hater, let's do it, I whip you now then whip on your boy later Them whippins'll go around like a tornado I get rid of more yayo I don't do Rodeo or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no ladies left These niggas crazy? Yes They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80's met Bringin' bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef Broadcastin' "Ether" in HD at God speed