Lyrics
Let me give you a little inside information about God
It’s my time now
I ain’t worried 'bout shit
Nigga, I ain’t worried 'bout shit 'less there’s 36 O’s in the key
OG niggas call me big bruh
Knowing goddamn well that they older than me and
I ain’t worried 'bout shit
Nigga, I ain’t worried 'bout shit 'less there’s 16 O’s in a pound
New god flow
Nigga this that new god flow, y’all bitch niggas better bow down
I ain’t worried 'bout shit
Denzel with the L at the end of the noun
Makin' sure their child could see the cap and the gown
Too many lil niggas still runnin' around
Come face to face with the wild and that’s the end of your child
Universe, gangsta is the god of the sound
From the planet of the nectar on the sea and the isles
Wanna see an angel dead? Let’s walk a few miles
With a sword, halo, and a crown so round
Like root canal, in your mouth
Fuck around you get 40 cal
Bitch what the fuck is beef to a slaughterhouse?
Got sticks that’ll knock your baby momma out
Scratch that, knock Harry Potter out
Hit his head on Obama’s couch, nail Obama’s scout
Y’all niggas is sauerkraut
When the villain bring the choppers out, then they call you out
Tell me what’s that about? When you catch 'em then you ash 'em out
Get the money then I’m cashin' out
Really what is that about? What’s that about?
My nigga, tsk tsk
Only shoot once it’s a hit, and if you shoot twice it’s a miss
My nigga bang bang
Fuck that, let his brains hang, nigga fuck that let his brains hang
36 O’s in a brick, 16 O’s in a pound
AK47 with the red beam and a drum on that bitch hold 150 rounds
Go on, ride with your squad
Nigga you could die with your squad, tryna get live with your squad
Young OG, nigga I’m a young OG
Get toe-tagged tryna play hard
And it’s money over boppers
My young nigga’s ex pill-popper, all of 'em ride with them choppers
Call a mortician, ain’t no need for a doctor
Call a mortician, ain’t no need for a doctor
Dead on arrival, yeah I said dead on arrival
Swear to God on a stack of Bibles
Headshot a nigga, reassuring no survival
Headshot a nigga, reassuring no survival
Cold heart nigga, that’s how they raised me
Kill or be killed so you really can’t blame me
Straight up the gutter where they killin' over words
Fuck around and get toe-tagged in front of your baby
Nigga get buck
Swear to God nigga get buck, first time let it be your last
I ain’t worried 'bout shit
Nigga, I ain’t worried 'bout shit send a murder gang at your pussy ass
Bow down (Fuck nigga!)
Bow down (Fuck nigga!)
Bow down (Fuck nigga!)
Bow down (Fuck nigga!)
Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven, is that it?
Why not? I’m a fan of man