IF I'M NOT a GOD, THEN I DON'T BELIEVE IN GODS (feat. Gao the Arsonist)

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