Finesse God Lyrics

Finesse God, a Finesse God, I'm a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

And even when times get ugly, I won't ever stress hard

And I always answer back when I hear the check call

And the times they may get rough, but I don't ever stress hard

Cause I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

Straight from the Raq, I was doing my shit up north

Now I'm doing it in the south

And no matter where I'm at, them units is moving out

That byouka in the pouch, but I'm cool and plottin my next move

Thinking bout the licks I hit, I had to finesse dudes

Never needed anybody to come to my rescue

Always been a small circle, and yeah, you can guess who

I've been chilling with the Fronto gang, that's the best crew

Grew up round, trained Finesse-ers, they would call me nephew

I can't even stress

It's a dirty game finesse, or you gon' be finessed

And I did shit in my past, but we not gon' speak on that

A couple of bands go way too quick when you live way too fast

I ain't tripping, I'll make that back cuz

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

And even when times get ugly, I won't ever stress hard

And I always answer back when I hear the check call

And the times they may get rough, but I don't ever stress hard

Cause I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

The Finesse was necessary, call that Finesse-sary

Tryna stunt hard, so everything intentionally

I'm still on track to go everywhere that I said I would be

Putting work in every day, got my whole schedule complete

And I never treat nobody like they lesser than me

I got some lil' bros, I swear they some bigger Finesse-ers than me

Back against the wall, and you see I came out shooting

And I came out ruthless, how the fuck do you think I do this

Can't be scared of the risk, when you tryna get your wrist on celsius

Ever since I was a shorty, never been scared to sell some shit

And if it's some shit in high demand, then you know that I'm well equipped

Finessing it forever, that's until I rip

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God

And even when times get ugly, I won't ever stress hard

And I always answer back when I hear the check call

And the times they may get rough, but I don't ever stress hard

Cause I'm a Finesse God, a Finesse God