SPOILER ALERTTT GOD DID
(Number one champion sound, anybody?)
(Truth from the underground) (uh)
Yeah, ay, they like, “why you always bragging?”
I’m just telling ‘em what God did
‘05, bumping dipset on your neck like a bow tie
Same friends I grew up with, playing GoldenEye
Working overtime, till you think it happened overnight
Microphone check, golf claps at the open mic
Why the stage here eye-level? (uh)
Getting challenged by a drunk, to a rap battle
I called him Daniel, he called me hypocrite
God, I know You in control, but what the heck is going on?
Everything is going wrong, tryna’ be a witness here
Ain’t no ranting going on, all I need is one shot
Marty got the golden gun, oh, you think you him, now?
You thought you was the only one? (For real?)
Uh, this is business, it ain’t personal
It wasn’t rap, it was real estate that paid the bills
I know you hate the real, let’s change the topic
They like, “why you bragging?”
I’m just tellin’ ‘em what God did
Ok, by the time I pop out, y’all was catching Z’s
Gonna be a cold summer, had to make them freeze
Had to flip a couple tables on these Pharisees
Now he’d start his own business, he was making D’s
Hmm, okay, you got me there big dog
Label got mad I wasn’t making songs for TikTok
Heard them yapping behind my back like a trick shot
Had to make a plan, gotta wife, I gotta think smart, heh
You know these bills ain’t gon’ pay ‘emself
Had to make a couple songs that made me hate myself
Had to wait in line, I had to pay myself
I had to put some numbers up like my name Adele
Uh, this is business, it ain’t personal
It wasn’t rap, it was real estate that paid the bills
I know you hate the real, let’s change the topic
They like, “why you bragging?”
I’m just tellin’ ‘em what God did
Ay, ay, ay, c’mon
Yeah, wassup?
Apollo Records, baby
Woah
(Don’t be in a time like this)
