God's Crib Lyrics

I got a problem gotta kick the twisted tea

I worry nada cuz I'm on magenta pink

I got a problem I don't think my dookie stink

Cuz if I'm number one you might be two or three

What would you win if you played around with me

Maybe a headshot you might get yo bitch bed rocked

I invested in so many niggas from Detroit I feel like bedrock

I might be dressing bummy but I'm super like I'm hancock

I ain't pull no bands out

She pulled my ksubi pants down

I had the brightness smile but I seen it make my mans frown

They ain't give the boy a hand but the steady wanting handouts

I tried to pass my team the ball but they was focused on the cheerleaders

If I admit it I don't really fuck with bitches over two liters

Keep in mind she not a keeper tread lightly she a crew eater

Peep how they hate when you got balls like they vegeta

See what I'm saying

You can't be super man

You can't be clark kent

These niggas mad I get more ass than they neighborhood park bench

This neighborhood button up cost me a small apartment

Shit be killing me like every day I feel like I'm with cartman

This bitch then blew me all damn day Nintendo cartridge

I got sixty-four reasons why the fuck I got no heart left

I got all these angels round me like I died and went to God crib

I been working hard as fuck like my mama in the projects

(But Scoob I love Sydney)