Royce da 5'9", Ashley Sorrell - God Speed lyrics

[Royce da 5'9", Ashley Sorrell - God Speed lyrics]

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, ahhhh

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 Tesla Roadster
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 GOAT, baaah
That should be my, taaaag
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

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