Napalm ft. BL8KE G Lyrics

Someone should've told you not to fuck with the gods

Like, hamdulilah

You better praise me when I'm dropping the bombs

Cause the world's in my palm, but you gotta stay calm

So I'll say a couple prayers while I'm dropping napalm

Like, hey ma, hold on wait, don't interrupt man, the tape's on

I'm about to be ripping this damn face off

But I'm smoking, you know what, I got my blaze on

And my day's gone, like

But this is not about the past

It's about the fact that I can rap like really fast

A tit for tat, a battle rap you keep on hitting my phone

I won't be on your track, cause

I'm ripping the motherfucker right off

I don't really give a fuck, yeah, I'm one with the force

If you keep on playing games, you know what, I bet you lost

If we move all your pawns, I swear to the King and Squased

Honestly, I know you're devastated, obligated

I don't really give a fuck, you know what, damn

I'm sitting at the top because you're hesitating

Meditated, I feel like I studied to craft

You wanna be talking to me, but I'm whipping your ass

We're doubling back, hold on, how to double the pack? We're under attack from every direction, don't look back

But if I do, then it means that I'm off of my tracks

And yeah, that's a fact, but I got some night owls watching my back

I really didn't wanna have to do it

But you know what, damn, it's crazy cause you motherfuckers doubt

Honestly, you know what, damn, I got that 45 with your name, yeah, all up in your mouth

Just might be a smart idea for your ass just to stay up on the couch

No doubt

Cause me and Blake G finna show you what the fuck we all about

Yeah, my name is Blake G, CIRCA 2018

When I took an 8-ball, and my fucking name rang

Now I'm hot as Hades, and I got the ladies

And I'm fueling me up like is gallons for kerosene

Pulling up to your crib like remember me

Got em all sick, convinced it's allergies

Ever since I was a kid, I was stick to what I be

Never convinced, with these magicians tricks up their sleeve

It's me, heart in my sleeve, I go to war, bombard em

No armor or chief, a bloody sword for the hordes of the zombies

I feast the zombies, I beat there all dead, fatality

Gross, didn't really wanna brag or boast

But when I'm with, Nocare$, understandable

On a show, yeah, you know we got the mass appall

It's like a magnet or a goddamn UFO

It's beautiful, the entire universe

I'm taking it over, I'm like a dangerous soldier

I play the game like a controller, if I'm painting a Mona

I conquer rain over thorn her like I'm paid to be a poacher

Kill the game, cause now I hate to be a poser

Better call your lady cause it's over

Like I said, we got the Hades flames gassed up like petroleum