Denaun, Marv Won, Royce da 5'9" - God Bless lyrics

Who the best rappers right now? Nigga it's us
Chris Wallace, NORE yo, is bigger than us
I grew up in Detroit where
The trigger the clutch
It's an elephant in the room and
I'm here for the tusks
I'm pouring with my potions, nigga
That drink is potion for your emotions
Why don't you think?
If you open for some coachings, nigga
The brink would be closer, man
I'm boasting like my shit don't stink
Come and get a whiff of a winner
God of the alphabet with the
Scent of a sinner even when I started I've
Never been a beginner
Boy I'm balling with the crack and
I've never been with a Jenner or a Kardash
I don't care how many miles the car has
Long as these Jordans look good
Up on the car dash i'ma get it, whip it
Flip it then walk away from the car crash
Really good a couple people done peeped it
They biting their tongues like
They keeping a secret
But the word gon' get out
No matter how much you bleep it
The mouthpiece turn the sternum
To a freak bitch nigga, peep this
I eat with a table full of legends
We disregarding the sneak diss
You got beef, bitch? No, you don't
'Cause you'd be wearing my shoes in
Your ass if the sneak fit

Who the best rapper right now
I never could tell
Too busy writing down these
Reckless confessions of hell
To touch people with the words
Like the rhetoric Braille
They tell me I'm too lethal
And I never would sell but I'm an alcoholic
I'd just end up dead or in jail
If I ever, ever, ever sold records like Adele
I black out, I don't just rhyme
It's why I get credit after every
Every episode like a sitcom
Bunch of record execs still wanna sit down
This is why I'm still standing like a fridge
Stainless steel stand cold year-round
Who cares what the future hold?
Your soul's in my hand
My ear's to the ground, hear now
Sober, clear, calm
Driving sixes far away from all them
Sixteens as I could get
You could call it nowhere near PRhyme, ha
Who gives a fuck about Billboard
Or a Billboard list?
I could afford to get bored and put
The whole Billboard list on a billboard
In fact I got a message for you
I got your favorite rapper baby momma
Dress in my dresser drawer
Ah yes, I'm on my second fourth piece of pie
Yes keep your podcasts
I don't care who you stamp
Who you checking for
I just need the check endorsed
I don't rap to get a rep no more
I'm no longer known as street in the streets
That's because if it was ever war
And the enemy was deep
I'd more or less show them boys less is more
If there was beef I came
For everyone and everything
I play for keeps, even kept the score
I'm a legend or Lord
My pen is my second sword
My dogs will get at you with no hesitation
Ain't no room for reservations
In my reservoir

For you to even touch- touch my ski- skill
T- t- t- t- t- touch my skill
I said, God blessing all the rap niggas
I got some threats awhile back
So I went and silenced all the gats
Same way I did all my last critics
God bless all the rap niggas

Who the best rapper? Well, honestly
I could say it's the two niggas
With the verse before me
Outside of them and me, well
You might know him i call him "Me" backwards
All the accolades we share between
Us is a G factor lean back
And you can see the scene action
Without the green screen being active
In other words, real shit will pop y'all a
Bunch of snooty crack pots
Think being tough is being snuff?
Call the duty Black Ops now
And you getting bodied by
Three singing niggas we all can hold a note
And I don't just mean money
Now, everybody do it, to me it's kinda funny
I preach facts, no bow tie, all praises due
To the most high for not
Making me like most guys
I write it, sing it, rap it, produce it
Play it
I Big Daddy Kane say it, I go to work
You play sick, face it, you basic talent
I am symbolic to what
Makes Quincy Jones valid i simply unbalanced
You could say I'm the son
Of Darth Vader cross faded
Switch when they hit a center
Ah shit, cause cancer
Of course I'm very dope
Every goat has a hearing bone herringbone
That's why I'm sporting my shit on Periscope
Shoot your glare hoe out the sky we revolt
Bare they hopes
When they see these three niggas walk in
Like the intro from Bel-Air hoe