IF I'M NOT A GOD, THEN I DON'T BELIEVE IN GODS ft. Gao The Arsonist Lyrics

Constantly droppin' people honestly

Leave you suffocated if you speakin on my property, audibly

Therefore what is mine and what is boutta be, is all for me

Commonly, dick heads group me with wannabees tauntin' me

Find where he stay, make him lay, he gon rot and im

Lost in the thoughts fought in wars that did not so ill

Bust in yo crib for my bills like the swat get that

If I'm not a god then I don't believe in gods

Cheese for the cameras

I'm feelin' glamorous

Fees they been addin' up

Eatin' my stamina

Bleed from the inside out

Sleep on the fucking ground

Clean all the shit from your mouth

That you bleeding out

Skin all my enemies

Burn them with gasoline

Become the elephant

Inject the ketamine

Fuck them Juuls and all of that nicotine

Rip out your inside, jack on Halloween

Droppin' these bodies its all for the dopamine

Off with his head like this blade is a guillotine

Pull up with the rod burnin' cals like the gym

If I'm not a god, then I don't believe in them

Little boy you Hallowed now

Battered for the paramount

Still living in the shadows, if I slip and burn the chateau down

Dirt I'm beaten into, bleeding, weeping is called hallowed ground

Keeping all the bile down

Grieving as the child crowns

Fear up in my stomach 'stead of hunger once the famine passes

Dust off the caskets

There's young men in the alabaster

Huh Waiting for the cane fields while mixing caster

I'm missing Massa

The whip was glass clear

But It's huh

Yeah

But It's murky waters when the well is full

Every sip is poison and I'm thirsty for the chemicals

Empty pockets hurt but burdens heavy

Pull the weight of your fall while you crawling through the credit

Nigga

Moments later, roses on your gravestone turn to potpourri

Porcelain with your ashes now an ashtray for the smoking meets

Falling at the doorstep, went from open to corroded keys

Either sell possessions or try fit through eyes of

Sewing needles

My approach to people has been honed

I say hello and leave

Picking apart my growth same time I'm

Putting on shows while

Overseas

Old and withered prisoners hit don't gotta go choke on broken teeth

Have too much to hold and breath

Stumbled and reached the sumit

My feet are swollen

I peaked I fallen

I need my huh

I need my flowers

Sky bleak, no pollen

No water, they wilt

One mistake, my stomach ain't filled

I stay sullen when the sun is out

Thunder clouds, on the way still

Shaking so the gun won't stay still

There's skeletons under the hill

Under the hill

I went and dug up the field

It's just too much like I cut up the pills

Passed the glass ceiling then fell through like when you go fuck up a deal

Yeah

I'm on building ledge

Pack a blade and feel the edge

This phase will leave you dead

Constantly droppin' people honestly

Leave you suffocated if you speakin on my property, audibly

Therefore what is mine and what is boutta be, is all for me

Commonly, dick heads group me with wannabees tauntin' me

Find where he stay, make him lay, he gon rot and im

Lost in the thoughts fought in wars that did not so ill

Bust in yo crib for my bills like the swat get that

If I'm not a god then I don't believe in gods

Cheese for the cameras

I'm feelin' glamorous

Fees they been addin' up

Eatin' my stamina

Bleed from the inside out

Sleep on the fucking ground

Clean all the shit from your mouth

That you bleeding out

Skin all my enemies

Burn them with gasoline

Become the elephant

Inject the ketamine

Fuck them Juuls and all of that nicotine

Rip out your inside, jack on Halloween

Droppin' these bodies it's all for the dopamine

Off with his head like this blade is a guillotine

Pull up with the rod burnin' cals like the gym

If I'm not a god, then I don't believe in them