Good God - Walkthrough Lyrics

Think I rap too much why all the beats sound the same
Call me Errol Spence now I done got the reach and the range
Niggas saying they balling don't never check up in the game
Play your cards right you the jack and then I'm the ace of spades
I work hard and I been practicing I ain't missing days
I could tell you the story niggas always a skip a page
I'm the kid with the glory must've forgot the gift amaze
I'm the chef on the beat it get split and chopped and hit with blades
They always pointing fingers ain't nobody to blame
You not dunking I'm jumping over the rim to break the frame
Niggas saying I'm old school welcome back I'm glad you came
I'll still tie your grandmother up on the tracks out for the train
I been through hell I ain't like it and it was strange
You feel stupid when you been through all that and ain't nothing change
It's insane I been spitting some crack you should up a vein
People hate you especially when you got what they can't obtain
And the flow is water they must not want me to make it rain
I ain't worried most you niggas is sweet and you candy cane
You don't want no smoke you want some loud and some Mary Jane
I'm a real rapper I just don't got all the carrot chains
I should have my masters I just don't really care to complain
I ain't playing games I told them quit all the damn charades
You ain't going nowhere I'm going through all the damn terrains
And I got the flow where I'm raining on all your damn parades

Ask me how I be feeling I'm not really sure
In a minute watch my ass while I'm leaving out of the door
I don't know what to do about it no more
I don't even trust nobody and I don't need the support
Leave them in the dust that I'm sweeping out of the floor
And I told you I'm the one not the three out of the four
You know I wear the pants get scooted out of your drawers
Niggas know that I'm king Hakuna Matata and some more
I probably really don't need to write just got to record
Niggas see I'm doing it big and rip wires out of the cords
It's not gone help me smacking the water out of your pores
Told you I ain't playing games if they not on a sixty four
Been fighting off my demons but not on a ouija board
Doing double entendres just like they some easy chores
Got the flow like Biggie Smalls and I got the heart like Shakur
If I needed ad libs I'd work on tightening my core
Haters still be listening the truth is hard to ignore
I don't even need to ball these niggas can't even score
You got money but no family niggas is really poor
It's all good I'm the god or really I'm either or
If they think I'm lying I'll give them proof in the shows
Ain't no fairytale I'll come and smack you out of your clothes
Better keep it zipped I'll come unpack you out of your code
Bitch I'm outer space and now when I rap I'm out of the globe
I ain't got no time for the chit chat I'm out on the road
Got to watch your paper if you relax it probably a fold
Got to watch your niggas more then you watch the pot on the stove
And I'm rolling sticky that's sticking like the snot in your nose
And I got the game all in a lock the key in a cove
I come in your house and don't even knock or park on the road
Slap you in the mouth you don't even got time to talk on the phone
And beat you up so bad you won't even be able to walk on your own
I'll have volunteers helping you reach your home
I keep smoking this weed like I'm Cheech and Chong
You be smoking that weak and you think it's strong
I remember I was broke had me thinking I need a loan
I don't really need money I need the throne
You can call me the kid but I'm really grown
You don't even be high I be really stoned
You'll never probably know what you got til it's really gone