One more time
PR tell 'em what it is, I'm above average
eLVy The God
I'm beyond the light and before my time
And I got a hard head but I open minds
Chills run down they spine when they hear my rhymes
I had to chill out in these streets 'cause niggas droppin' dimes
Like the moon I'm bright with some holes in my heart
With a white glow and glare, you can see me from far
Young grand city dripper, I'm a youngin in charge
I can send them blue demons to go rip you apart, yeah yeah
All I see is red, rage stuck inside my head
Load up the lead, wake up the dead
Don't be scared, know how to play it before you spray it
Put the barrel in his mouth and make 'em make the fuck out
Try to move bitch, you'll get laid the fuck out
Tie him up like a shoelace, he ain't goin' nowhere
Chop him up, throw him in the suitcase, before it's too late
I'm allergic to fake, all I care about is cake
I'm fresh up out the oven, the uzi with me ready to bake
I ain't OD but I fuck around take the lights
The fire make 'em frightened, disintegrate 'em on sight
The toilet is the booth, I'ma take a shit on the mic
I know I'm a street demon, I still give credit to Christ
Lvoe me when I'm here, don't start lovin' me when I'm dead
Just a youngin in the game, I feel like I'm way ahead
I'm the peanut butter jelly, up on my way to the bread
My limit got no ceilings, work 'til I can't feel my legs
Remember no one, no one, seen it in me
Just watch how I show them, show them, how great I can be
You thought it was over, over, they thought wrong indeed
Just watch how I blow up, blow up, yeah just wait and see
You gon' see
You gon' see me on the screen, no matter big or it's small
And I can bet that on my balls, it's been a minute too long
I know they hate to see me winnin', some people don't want me living
'Cause the blessing I was giving, so uh fuck 'em, I ain't trippin'
I know I'm sick with it
This Beretta I got old but I just put a brand new stick in it
Shots leave his chest burning like he sippin' a chillin' bean
No need for a beam, run up, blow his shit into smithereens (what's up now nigga?)
Look how he leak out when he bleed (drip drop drip)
Look how they freak out when they see (look at 'em, look at 'em)
Up grindin' hard, you know money don't sleep (you know it don't)
If I ever got snatched up I won't speak
I'm not regular, I'm not just anybody, I'm not just anyone
The weed control my mind, it is my medicine
Remember no one, no one, seen it in me
Just watch how I show them, show them, how great I can be
You thought it was over, over, they thought wrong indeed
Just watch how I blow up, blow up, yeah just wait and see
You gon' see
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