Desciples ft. Messivhs Lyrics

And we kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples

And the lie that we live and we kill, my mind of a psycho

Welcome to my mind, writing the book of disciples I don't look up to no idols, talking the

Words of a psycho Living my life in no cycles, living no terror

Of bibles Sip on my water of high hopes, I am your god

Not your damn pope Oh my, you living in fright, I'm lurking with

Demons at night Where is your god, I am right here, I'm smelling

Your fear Look at your mama, I love how she tear, advance

With precaution, prepare for abduction Aim with the caution, fuck the discussion

I might just give up my soul, look in my eyes, I control

Triple six number I hold, you know we're popping up

I'm in the city, we turnt up, no stopping us Goon with the gang, better run from the

Officer I stay so fresh that I need a photographer

Thoughts in my head got me feeling a bit crazy Feel like these demons been after me lately

Don't give a fuck, let those niggas come take me

I'm still taking over, it's mine for the taking Ooh, yeah, all of my goons at the function

Fuck in a hole with the husband, can't tell me nothing

Fuck with the crew, get concussion, that is the end of discussion

All by my bands, I sell my soul if I can Shoot motherfuckers like we in Afghan

I took a flight and I'm not gonna land Y'all fucking around while we chasing these bands

And we kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples

And we kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples

And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho

And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho

We kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples

We kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples

And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho

And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho

Never know if it come to my soul Never sold if it come with a deal

I dunno with my chest full of smoke Got the chrome to my door

If I don't make it now, might as well let it blow

Give a fuck what you feel I was made to appeal by the masses

My wrath got me feeling so godly Fuck up a beat with this heat

Catch a body on my Migos A hood in the street, catch him robbing

Disciples, disciples, you could hear them calling

They fuck with my sleep so I'd rather be torn

And cop me a foreign My car and my bitch said I don't like them boring

The city be snoring, want that platinum and gold

And my jewelry so wet like it's pouring I don't smoke unless that shit bold

And they claiming they real, but they too scared to show it

Don't fuck with too many, I don't fuck with rodents

I'm a king, I'm a god I might tell you a lie with my hand on the bible

I'm feeling like Michael, man, I got his key I pray to the god, now we bless and we eat

I keep me the Glock when we play in the streets I rotate the top if you think it's shit sweet

Primal that dollar, my niggas gon' read Time off is really what I never see

King of the city is what I'mma be And I don't even know why they hating on me

I be gone on the top, infrared with the beam I done been in the field doing shit that you dream

Yeah, I hit it sick Got you walking with a limp

She know I'm a little pimp But I'm feeling like a god

Feed me grapes and lick my balls Really, I just want it all