Lyrical God (Prod. Syndrome) Lyrics
(Intro)
One young rapper did a crime
The made history
A crime that he will never regret
(Verse1)
I did a crime that I murdered all of this rappers
Yeah I feel it in my blood
And they said that I never could
Spit it or do it how i should
Take a step back Cuz I'm the greatest
There ain't nobody like me that Is the bravest
Young to the rap game I'm latest
Yah can't fuck with this
You can't fuck with the realis
Fuck all of this fake nigga's
I'm just going in a pace
Cuz I have a dream to chase
I fuck with this in my place
Ama give you all a taste
Of how much all you rappers are just waste
(Verse 2)
Yeah let me
Yeah let me
Yeah let me come up again
Yeah let me spit it again
They don't know we're I've been
Yeah all of that and I mad it
But i Still have a lot of haters but I just evade it and
They tryna tell me witch rapper I can be related
I tell that I'm better and those rappers
That are over rated
And i really thought that I faded
I thought I never escalated
But now I fell motivated
I'm just myself fuck what evreybody comentaded
I never thought I can say it like that
Or that I can spit it like this
I focus on the target like I'll never miss
Or can I make it with this
Yeah I'm that nigga that's fuckin your wife
I'm the one that's going to fuck up your life
Whatch these rappers cereers just die
Bitch you better stop
I make your album sound like kids bop
Ain't nobody ganna reach me from the top
All of you nigga's say your rappers
Your all garbage like my candy wrapper
You get toesed easily in the bin
All of you think this shit is a sin
Yeah they pretending that they are star
Wait up because in this shit it's just war
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Yeah I'm the lyrical god
With miracle thoughts
And forever i fought
I've never bin tought
The new hiphop is what I brought
May seven be ready for it to drop
(Hook)
Motherfuckers have alot of hate
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
And I will spit it till I get to the top
I have alot of rappers tryna see drop
They tryna see me at the ground and just rot
What a Mother fucking dark plot
I Just let my words be the shots
( Verse 3 )
Yeah I spit it like murder weapon
I will can your cereer and your fans will never know what happened
Yeah I'm the young god
The one that stands to the mic
And teaches all of this rappers how to say it right
I'll admit it that I thought I really never did it
And I... shit I never really said I made it
Let me confiscated
As I never faded
When I made it
I thought I never really make it
Naw let me bake it
Got the cash let me take it
I feel motivated
Like if I hit 2 birds with one stone
Im inovated
Wait let me rewind
No time
Gatta grind
Gatta show them how to shine
Gatta show this niggas how to Flow with the vibe
I'm chilling outside
I got Cash on my side
Gatta do it with pride
(Hook)
Motherfuckers have alot of hate
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
And I will spit it till I get to the top
I have alot of rappers tryna see drop
They tryna see me at the ground and just rot
What a Mother fucking dark plot
I Just let my words be the shots
(Verse 4)
They say I'm rich and I can retire if you ever knew
Well I'm sick and tired of you
You do not know what u do
Yall be talking like if u knew
You Motherfuckers have no clue
I'm working hard like any kind of poor nigga thats tryna get a pair of shoe
So quit tryna get on my spot
Cuz I'm the lyrical god
