Andre Nickatina - The Rap Gods lyrics
[Andre Nickatina - The Rap Gods lyrics]
I tried to earn wings but
I think I grew horns
And maybe thats why mc's watch me like porn
Flowin like the water in
The mississippi river
I suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper
Thank me
To do a show, and we trying to do a palace
Like a midnight jet
My soul roams off to dallas
Its somethin like cream when we
Hustle on the scene
Other mc's and freaks wanna join the team
Dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps
The colors were candy-coated, incredible rims
And my dreams of what people saying
Don't get a job
I realize now it was all the rap gods
I slither through the streets
Like a boa constricter
On my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures
Sporting leather and energy
Could that be me?
Smoking weed listenin to Run DMC?
My repute as a rap child, emotions of steel
Represent with no crew man
Your life is sealed attitudes of all kinds
With guns to present 'em
C notes don't last long
We can't wait to spend 'em
Hoes, cars, and bars, weed, greed
And clothes maintain my woman
Clown the rest of these hoes
Man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme
After resting on jeopardy to
My lifetime grind
Im like an angel thats high
Smoking weed up in heaven
We're as crooked as reverends
B ball playground legends
Triangle, some say Cincinnati Bangles
Star-spangled, hand cold as Chris Krangle
We break hearts, and crack rif rafs
Take trips far, shop at the Gap
Taught by the rap gods to shoot the gift
So I blessed it with some weed, bacon
Eggs and grit's
I can block the sun, like a solar eclipse
My homie said he had a yacht
But, I don't mess with ships
The freak said she hated dope dealers
They clock they ends
I said which is why your
Paying this rapper then
Nickatina, I'm something like
Sinbad the sailor dressed in grey and black
The true signs of a raider
I think I grew horns
And maybe thats why mc's watch me like porn
Flowin like the water in
The mississippi river
I suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper
Thank me
To do a show, and we trying to do a palace
Like a midnight jet
My soul roams off to dallas
Its somethin like cream when we
Hustle on the scene
Other mc's and freaks wanna join the team
Dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps
The colors were candy-coated, incredible rims
And my dreams of what people saying
Don't get a job
I realize now it was all the rap gods
I slither through the streets
Like a boa constricter
On my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures
Sporting leather and energy
Could that be me?
Smoking weed listenin to Run DMC?
My repute as a rap child, emotions of steel
Represent with no crew man
Your life is sealed attitudes of all kinds
With guns to present 'em
C notes don't last long
We can't wait to spend 'em
Hoes, cars, and bars, weed, greed
And clothes maintain my woman
Clown the rest of these hoes
Man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme
After resting on jeopardy to
My lifetime grind
Im like an angel thats high
Smoking weed up in heaven
We're as crooked as reverends
B ball playground legends
Triangle, some say Cincinnati Bangles
Star-spangled, hand cold as Chris Krangle
We break hearts, and crack rif rafs
Take trips far, shop at the Gap
Taught by the rap gods to shoot the gift
So I blessed it with some weed, bacon
Eggs and grit's
I can block the sun, like a solar eclipse
My homie said he had a yacht
But, I don't mess with ships
The freak said she hated dope dealers
They clock they ends
I said which is why your
Paying this rapper then
Nickatina, I'm something like
Sinbad the sailor dressed in grey and black
The true signs of a raider