Im a God

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everybody know the legacy, uh

if it aint real, it dont float

if it aint real, it'll sink slow

 

Death before the gimmicks, tell these clowns to sit down

Im the king without the question, never needed no crown

Surgical precision when Im cutting through the sound

While you paddle in the shallow, I learned to swim in the profound

Cocaine white truth in every bar that I deliver

You a dingy in the ocean while I navigate the river

Queensbridge to Virginia Beach, the architect of winter

Your whole ship is counterfeit, I see the plastic splinter

 

Im a god, killshot

With the squad, real hot

Top tier, headlock, dead to rot

Its time to slide with facts

Hold up, wait, check stats

Pull up, serve, and drop classic tracks

Everybody know the pedigree

 

Yeah, uh, see I dont know why they float

On borrowed bars and stolen flows, they maritime of jokes

Like a vessel with no captain, just drifting on the coast

You a toy in the bathtub, Im Ill at it, ether, ghost

If they try to test the throne, then we gotta take the throne

Your whole discography weak, every sentence light as foam

Make a rapper contemplate when we rewrite what they known

Stackin' up these plaques, Im the lighthouse, your a drone

Fuck a second guess, Ive been comin' back for decades

Coming back with heat, four albums, five, the replay

Equals greatness on your head, your catalog is featherweight instead

I wish I could pretend that these rappers really spit

The problem is the game is full of sailors who cant swim

so when the tide comes in, they gonna drown in they own grift

Sipping ace while my legacy is cemented in stone

They dont know my catalogs en route to build a throne

Wish that I could change how they think, but I just zone

Cause they live inside a fantasy while my bars are fully grown

 

Ya niggas dont play, niggas dont play

Everybody know the resume

Ya niggas dont play, niggas dont play

Everybody know I dont play

 

Im a god, killshot

With the squad, real hot

Top tier, headlock, dead to rot

Its time to slide with facts

Hold up, wait, check stats

Pull up, serve, and drop classic tracks

Everybody know the pedigree

 

I dont know why they try, theres no dry eyes after truthful lines

Bumping Rakim wisdom, boom, your career flatlines

You pussy rappers miscounting all them fake rhymes

Begging for cosigns while Im mentioned in the pantheon of all time

Get your name penciled in, these bars aint whispering

Why my thumbs scrolling past your whole existence, its blistering

Pick an island, exile, your ship has been christened Sinking

Sit your crew on the shore, watch real sailors keep winning

I dont do pretending, getting money for three decades now

Drive 26 while you still asking others How?

NL, the cash cow blueprint loud

Niggas aint charitable, while you drowning in clout

I cant even look back, giving game in every stanza mapped

Interview with anybody, Im the measuring stick, thats fact

While you sitting in your glass boat, transparent with the cap

Ima pull these verses out, show the difference in the gap

Looking at the chasm between sailors and the captains at sea

You a rubber ducky floating, Im the motherfucking fleet

Every bars a torpedo aimed beneath your water line weak

Your hull is made of cardboard, mines titanium concrete

You claim you on a wave but your barely on a ripple

Im the storm thats coming forth, turn your ocean into drizzle

Every scheme intricate, every reference is official

While your bars are remedial, mines doctoral, its simple

 

Ya niggas dont play, niggas dont play

Everybody know the resume

Ya niggas dont play, niggas dont play

Everybody know I dont play

 

Im a god, killshot

With the squad, real hot

Top tier, headlock, dead to rot

Its time to slide with facts

Hold up, wait, check stats

Pull up, serve, and drop classic tracks

Everybody know the pedigree