please stop tryna be god ft. Samir Lyrics

Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure

Donny died I had to tat me a boat

My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast

Talking to God to touch all my bros

Please stop tryna be God

I know niggas in here they be tryna be God

They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"

No I'm not tryna be gone

And you know it's drugs that I'm on

I know I'm Die For Nothing, I don't wanna get lost

Started from the bottom, I'm at the top

I know the lil' nigga shit is gon' flop

I know some niggas that hang around me be hating on the low

But that's okay, I don't feed into hate

If you wanna eat you can get you a plate

My doors suicide but I'm not suicidal

My doors suicide but I'm not suicidal

But I be thinking 'bout that shit (that shit)

Lately I been thinking 'bout that bitch

It don't even matter, I got a new hoe

But lately I don't give a fuck about hoes

I promise I never switch up on bro

I just do everything that I'm supposed to do

I swear it hurts the most when them niggas be close to you

So I'ma get close with the money

'Cause it's never gon' run away from me

Don't run away, don't run away from the truth

'Cause since a young age I been counting this blue

I been tryna stay true but that ain't my religion

I just want the bread some like a pigeon

Put a stone in his head 'cause he can't see the vision

Amber alert, how the nigga went missing

I'm in Detroit like a Piston

I know these fuck niggas pissed off

We gon' pull out the glick if he shit talk

Ah ah

Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure

Donny died I had to tat me a boat

My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast

Talking to God to touch all my bros

Please stop tryna be God

I know niggas in here they be tryna be God

They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"

No I'm not tryna be gone

Sorry mama but I'm tryna be gone

I smoke a blunt to get high in the sky

Look in the mirror I can't see my soul

I roll a Backwood without my eyes

Said to Nada, "I ain't tryna be God"

Shining like a star I don't need a light

Lean in my left hand, Glock in my right

Praying to God hope I don't lose this fight

Thinking to myself 'bout taking my life

Don't wanna try no more nigga feel tired

I said my heart got batteries that shit is dead

I got sum hundred dollar bills I count Benjamin's

These niggas be tryna be God but they not heaven sent

And I said I know some niggas that slime your percents

Sunday, cold I drip Vetements

DFN my shooters like veterans

And I just say don't do drugs kids take medicine

Slimey and sideways, man these niggas be bent

DFN got some men on a mission

Real racks, all cash my niggas make millions

All facts, no cap man y'all niggas be tripping

DFN all of my niggas dripping

Nada, Samir ball like Jordan and Pippen

Nada, Samir bitch we sold out the tickets

Move like the President bitch I'm like Nixon

Not in the mix but I'm mafucking mixing

Whole lot of money on me, did I mention?

I got some old money got the dementia

I get the money got rags to the riches

Like Nada say, "what do I need from these bitches?"

I keep my thirty on me and the clip is extended

Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure

Donny died I had to tat me a boat

My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast

Talking to God to touch all my bros (talking to God)

Please stop tryna be God

I know niggas in here they be tryna be God

They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"

No I'm not tryna be gone