Songtexte god complex. - BuDu

Yeah I try to lead with love but the hate just ups the level
Do me dirty. Bring the dust. Underneath it when it settles
Take a charge don't make you hard. Taking lives don't make you special
Hold a gun, makes you a God. Shoot the gun, makes you the devil

Yeah, y'all don't really want smoke. Don't tease em
Men talk just to back of. Don't mean it
Asked them if they want a taste of the reggie, nay. Afraid they might get a little wheezy
You got reservations. In the end you're a bitch. Me? I'm never hoe you're way too tense to hold a TPM95
Shake a pee out your body. Only thing a semi knows is how to test a new g
Ain't here to come and chill. Better hope he doesn't kill all you to run the city. He don't want to share a key with y'all
Shouldn't have cocked the gun on a nigga that's shown he will kill a pregnant woman pole to her tummy and blow
Don't care which hombre or chica saw him do him because they're also not leaving
Always want to call people names
When they see you and press always talk about "oh me no mean it"
Huh?! Fuck you talking about "you don't mean it"?
Niggas really gun butt heads. No beef is too big or small they will handle it easy
Run it or chuck the deuce deuces, Chris Breezy
Rock on your jaw. G, I told you, ain't peaches
Gangbang allure ain't for guarding your city
Make niggas mum buy a casket when beefing
Holy cow better pray a phone call cut a details of a new deal he agreeing
Stay on your turf and they'll stay on theirs
Canned if they see you on the strip, Paul Pierce
Hope you don't get your bell rung, concierge
Told you they run this town and they mean it
Run from the villa to the city, Jack Grealish
Even when you're honest they'll gun you down bleeding
Keep it one hundred still get bust, Jack Grealish
Even when intentions are good not scheming
Still searching for that foul like Jack Grealish
Ride to the end give it up if you squeamish
Always see you with the white towel, Val Venus
Drive by done in foreign all you see is
Shots flying out an European Porzingis
Shots after shots after shots called binging
Clip after clip after clip called binging
For all the drama bring the uzi, don cannon
Damn business really booming for the mortician
These adolescents in a death competition
Wasted by the time the balls drop, Don Lemon
Better hope you hitting every shot on mission
If you miss they'll drop an easy kill, Pulp Fiction
Saying you're the man in the streets a cold sentence cos having juice will probably kill you Nicole Simpson

Yeah I try to lead with love but the hate just ups the level
Do me dirty. Bring the dust. Underneath it when it settles
Take a charge don't make you hard. Taking lives don't make you special
Hold a gun, makes you a God. Shoot the gun, makes you the devil
Devil

Yeah I try to lead with love but the hate just ups the level
Do me dirty. Bring the dust. Underneath it when it settles
Take a charge don't make you hard. Taking lives don't make you special
Hold a gun, makes you a God. Shoot the gun, makes you the devil
Devil