fear of god

yeah

nigga

g. ry got me

machine

bitch

ayy

hit

when we gon' do some shit like this

my nigga?

yeah

all praises due to the most high

remain thankful and humble

that's just some rules that i go by

it fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile

told 'em that time like kobe first step

that shit gon' blow by

used to bag the dope playin' mos black on both sides

was in the streets

but i still provided the hope for those guys

i'm just lettin' my soul fly

flow raw like the bricks from the source

where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride

to get it back

every nigga in my section live

know some shooters that's bustin' pipes like when pressure rise

rappers actin' tough

showin' they fake aggressive side

'til i see 'em in public

now the wanna contextualize

i heard niggas shot up your corner for a second time

hit like two niggas

you pussy niggas have yet to slide

these verses is exercise

lately

i'm feelin' like i'm the best alive

and this my first album

i just arrived

i heard niggas stealin' my lane

but we don't spit it the same

they say it's gettin' spooky

i hear niggas stealin' my slang

they tryna hang so they can get close to the book and just steal 'em a page

i don't consider you gang

i told you on that song with eminem

bang

that i would pull up

let it ring

think shit is a game

gxfr

went and put that shit on my chain

'cause long after i die

all my niggas remain

ayy

my nigga hit-boy did the production

rollie my wrist and i bust it

listen

we built the whole griselda house with our own hands

we did it from nothin'

i mean

west owned the land

but i did the construction

so fuck your top five if it ain't me

uh

i came a long way from may street

look what i became

god don't make mistakes

see

i'm 'bout to have paul robbin' peter to pay me

yeah

i'll do a nigga bogus

i'll leave a nigga lonely

fear of god i got on

all the way at the top where it's lonely

all my niggas paid

we run it up and break bread

i can't let you get to my head

i can't let you get to my head

dropped all of my friends

got my brothers with me

cuttin' up in traffic

keep a cutter with me

i grew up listenin' to most of my ogs

yeah

keep an eye on granny

i can't watch her od

i got real birds

watchin'

watchin' me

you got big nerves

plottin' on me

i don't fear anything

yeah

i don't feel anything

uh

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

ooh

yeah