Lyrics God Level - Fred the Godson

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God Level
Fred The Godson
Uh. uh huh
(My boy Smitty)
Uh huh, Smitty, what up?
It's GORRRDO!
From the streets, I grew up here (BX)
The sewer here, my souvenir (Right)
Y'all puttin' up fake fronts, two veneers (Woo!)
So much water in the room, I wear scuba gear
What, Puba here? Y'all actin' Brand Nubian (Woo!)
Like y'all know the groove he in
Restaurant Peruvian (Right)
Diabetic and I'm still in them suites, you know the room he in
The 'caine came, the (?) (what else?)
Then came the rings (what else?),
Then the chain it blings (what else?)
In the Range, it swings around the strip to the chamber sing
Before Netflix, I seen Stranger Things
From the Bronx, the jewels come with hatred (Right)
And the word opportunist is an understatement (Uh huh)
Cut the brick, we gon' do it, let the 'caine flip
No matter the weather, it snowed at the arraignment (Get it?)
If you need blow, I'll make arrangements
Just need to know just how much dough you came with (That's all)
And what the cost of the base is
And then poof, we off to the races
When the street lights come on
That's when my mic come on
You listen to the radio hopin' I might come on
Aight, come on
They want that God level
I know they want that God level
Uh, they wanna see that God level
Y'all can't break me
I drop knowledge
Then I write how y'all hate on my jewels, and frankly (Woo!)
I never cared what they rank me
Birth they verses, never cared if they thank me
Huh, I did it for the culture
Wishin' one day I could spit it in (?)
Side bitch on the sofa, we arrived in a Rover
If you know me then you know I don't drive, that's not my chauffeur
That's my family
They'll also put the infrared ray on ya brother, turn you to Brandy
TBM, the brand, B
I ain't like with the pen that had me fightin' with kin, I'm Zangief
It's all love at the end of the day (Right)
That's ya wife, believe whatever she say (Believe it)
Just keep ignorin' the fact
But one day she'll get caught in the act
Huh, back to me I'm just recordin' these raps (Right)
Author of the hood, just reportin' the facts (That's all)
My lines light like a candle, then I'm drippin' on wax
Somebody tell the hood that I'm back, God
When the street lights come on
That's when my mic come on
You listen to the radio hopin' I might come on
Aight, come on
They want that God level
I know they want that God level
They wanna see that God level