God Bless The Dead Lyrics

God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin

God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin

Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin

Here I am again to clear up all assumptions

This one the moments where you just had to be there

Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair

I can feel the whole world inside of my hands

What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man

God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin

God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin

Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin

Here I am again to clear up all assumptions

This one the moments where you just had to be there

Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair

I can feel the whole world inside of my hands

What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man

I'm your favorite rapper's dealer

I'm fentanyl through the speakers

Nas in his prime, come get ethered

I'm different, I sacrifice a preacher

What's a God to non-believers

Knockin' out signature sneakers

Your BM come over, I see her

She bought the vip, met and greet her

I'm like Steph, highly educated in my steps

I made my homies champions, all in the same breath

They dyin' to say they the best

They dyin', they claimin they next

I'm gettin' it off of my chest

I'm shakin' shots off of my vest

I heard your tape, it's not your best

Skip the track, like, thank you next

I'd rather listen to my ex talk about ways we could connect

She question my location, like, chill, baby, it's only sex

It's not a ring or my last name, so I don't know why you're so pressed

They said I changed, shit, I'm glad you finally noticed

My homies watch fake as fuck, he woke up and his wrist swollen

I'm from a neighborhood, you park, ya whip, you wake up, shit's stolen

I'm like Michelangelo, I'm feelin' like the last Ronin

Cause I see no opponent

That wanna go toe-to-toe with this goated overdosed poet

These bitches fall for heroics

I'm viking, striking, I'm stoic

You're fuckin' lost and you're hopeless

From the east to the west, they got me back and forth coasting

They said, quit actin' perfect

I ain't actin', I know it

I'm more like the devil wears Prada with a little more shoulders

And they call me bipolar, but I'm more like sober

I was just a good kid hangin' out with the smokers

God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin

God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin

Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin

Here I am again to clear up all assumptions

This one the moments where you just had to be there

Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair

I can feel the whole world inside of my hands

What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man

God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin

God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin

Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin

Here I am again to clear up all assumptions

This one the moments where you just had to be there

Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair

I can feel the whole world inside of my hands

What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Willie, what the fuck, dude

You put in the wrong side of the tape