Blazin, mi don't want ***

Mi need ***

Blazin

Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt

And now she find out what life is really worth

No to X rated

Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt

And now she find out what life is really worth

No to X rated I am a god

I am a god

I am a god I am a god

Hurry up with my damn massage

Hurry up with my damn ménage

Get the Porsche out the damn garage

I am a god

Even though I'm a man of God

My whole life in the hands of God

So y'all better quit playing with God Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you

Cause kissing people ass is so unlike you

The only rapper who compared to Michael

So here's a few hating-ass niggas who'll fight you

And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you

I don't wanna hear what some niggas might do

Old niggas mentally still in high school

Since the tight jeans they never liked you

Pink-ass polos with a *** backpack

But everybody know you brought real rap back

Nobody else had swag, man, we the Rat Pack

Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback

Ibn diamond, Chi-town shining

Monop' in this bitch, get a change of climate

Hop in this bitch and get the same thing I'm in

Until the day I get struck by lightning I am a God

So hurry up with my damn massage

In a French-ass restaurant

Hurry up with my damn croissants

I am a God

I am a God

I am a God I just talked to Jesus

He said, "What up Yeezus?"

I said, "*** I'm chilling

Trying to stack these millions"

I know he the most high

But I am a close high

Mi casa es su casa

That's our costra nostra

I am a God

I am a God

I am a God Ain't no way I'm giving up on my god