Marino Infantry, God Zeus, A$AP ANT - Gods vs. Prophets lyrics

21 questions, 50 cent
You know my pockets on banks
I left the bitch, I'm a castaway
Call me Tom Hanks
Cartier bracelet, gotta call PETA
Check my mink cream soda, codeine
I'm bout to pour in a Hank

Gervonta knockout, diamonds light out
Hit up Charlie, bring the bikes out
Two bitches with me, they gon' make out
Turn beef to burger like a steakhouse
Come on the beat retarded, jeweler
I'm in New York like I'm Patrick Ewing
These niggas not getting no money
Damn, what is you doing?
I got through TSA, the package landed
Flеw in i know you ain't get no money
You too accustomed to losing
You know I spikе the Sprite
The codeine infuse it

I feel like Saint Paul on his way to Damascus
God Zeus, yeah I came with the fashion
God Zeus, yeah I was teaching the classes
I feel like a prophet in the mansion
I know some niggas who's atheist
I know some niggas who
Wait for the spaceships
I got a beam and a laser
See, I'm showing the love
But niggas still hating
Louis Vuitton scarf, I'm like a Israelite
I'm speaking in Hebrew
I talk to the living light
I'm speaking in tongue but
I'm not Pentecostal
Allahu Akbar, I'm living colossal
And Manny got smoke
He just turned to a fossil
And I walk like I'm Jesus, I got apostles
You gotta look for the angel scrolls
I wrote the gospels the knowledge I got
They think it's impossible

21 questions, 50 cent
You know my pockets on banks
I left the bitch, I'm a castaway
Call me Tom Hanks
Cartier bracelet, gotta call PETA
Check my mink cream soda, codeine
I'm bout to pour in a Hank