C.M.L. - When God Speaks lyrics

Y'all already know what time I'm on man
(set) i really feel like I'm God though
You know what I'm telling you?
You know know how you see shit
Before it happens? You know
What I'm saying? Like I, I
Came from a placem na
I came from a dark place man
(projects man) top 30 boys though, i did
(on God) that said I ain't
Going back nigga i made
It here for a motherfucking reason nigga
(G-O-D nigga) yeah

Yo, I told 'em I won't settle
I keep bitches in stilettos (facts)
I'm faced off with the devil
You get slapped up with this metal
(clown ass nigga) i made it out the ghetto
I can't stoop down to your level (uh uh)
I got a temper tantrum, please
Don't push me likе a pedal (mmm)
We got switches on thеse mags
High performance on these Jags (rrt)
Bitch you all up in the way, go bust a play
Get off your ass
The way I'm sending all these niggas
Boy I shoulda been they dad
The way I'm running over niggas
Probably think I'm Warren Sapp
I got a bitch from Memphis
But all she do is steal and bring it back
(that part) when that hoe get in my car
That bitch gon' put on Project Pat (yuh)
I just bought my bitch a car
That hoe say she don't ride in 'lacs (yup)
I just bought a 100 packs
And had it dropped off in the trap (30)
All these niggas talking crazy 'til we
Find out where they at (bitch ass)
Keep your hoe up out my mace
Or get your baby mama whacked (pow pow)
We got fullies, we got
Sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs
(pow pow pow)
All that running when we gunning
That's what got your partner smacked
(dead homies)
This ain't fiction bitch, it's facts (facts)
All my killers dressed in black (black)
When I'm talking shit I snap (uh huh)
I don't never write no raps (what else?)
When you really out here thugging
Ain't no need for you to cap (nigga)
When I turn my IG off, that same day
Your brody was whacked (dead homies)
These niggas faking for the 'gram (uh huh)
I'm a goat I'm not a lamb (goat)
Jump out on you with a stick
And smoke a nigga like a ham
(bitch ass nigga) i'm a gangster and a pimp
I'm taxing hoes like Uncle Sam (facts)
If we catch you stealing from the mobb
We cut off both your hands (the mobb)
You won't steal from me again
Murder you and kill your friends
(bitch ass nigga)
Spin your block, and spin again
Pop him all up in his chin (pop pop)
Niggas love it when I lose
I'm celebrating when I win (celebrating)
Got the gang blocking traffic
Pouring Rosé all on my Benz (rrt)
Hit the backwoods, double R's
(yah) , hundred thousand in my pants (rrt)
If he run, take his legs away
Call him Lieutenant Dan (hahahahaha)
Niggas hate me 'cause I made it
But they used to be my fans
(bitch ass nigga)
All this money in my pockets
Fucking up the way I stand (Bank'd Up)
When you balling like I'm balling boy
The opps ain't got a chance (nuh uh)
I'm the biggest nigga living
Don't get stepped on like some cans (CML)
Went and did my time up in the pen
I came home with a plan (facts)
Now I'm sticking to the script
It ain't no switching on the clan (never)
Half a million worth of diamonds bitch
I stunt like Jackie Chan (yuh)
You a motherfucking frog
Fairytale like Peter Pan (bitch ass)
Walking on a private land
With my socks off in the sand (rich boy)
And your girlfriend like it kinky
So I'm tearing off her pants (what else?)