paroles de chanson My God - Pusha T
I
can't
be
bothered
with
paying
homage
to
forefathers
See
the
future
like
the
car
show
floor
models
Both
feet
in
the
snow
so
that
my
core
follows
We
don't
mourn
for
the
dead,
nigga
we
pour
bottles
Drown
sorrows,
ocean
blue
Murcielagos
Started
with
Similac
powder
in
a
baby
bottle
Yughck,
the
formula
is
warning
ya
Crack
kills
offerings
to
the
coroner
Kill
my
eldest
brother,
nigga
I'll
be
damned
Gator
at
my
momma's
house,
welcome
to
zombie
land
A
hustler's
paradise,
a
lucky
pair
of
dice
Down
forty
but
a
streak
will
have
you
square
by
night
Didn't
bat
an
eye
at
it,
kept
a
poker
face
Cause
the
batter
I
added
had
the
coca
base
When
you
get
to
heaven's
door
they
won't
hold
a
space
If
you
numb
like
the
flesh
on
a
smoker's
face
There's
no
feeling
like
your
bitch
chinchillin'
right
You
in
Italian
leather
and
you
four
wheeling
right
You
know
you're
up
when
you
can
count
a
quarter
million
right
And
if
you
down
you
can
slang
it
like
a
pillow
fight
I'm
a
wizard
at
it,
nigga
here's
the
magic
Make
a
small
town
feel
I
threw
a
blizzard
at
it
Get
the
green
from
the
scale
like
a
lizard
had
it
Bare
witnesses
I
unveil
this
instant
classic
Yes,
my
God,
my
God,
my
God
Yes,
my
God,
my
God,
yes!
Yughck
the
Second
Coming
is
in
the
second
verse
The
first
coming
still
here,
so
I'll
need
a
hearse
I
got
a
voodoo
doll
every
time
I
pen
a
verse
Not
only
do
they
say
the
feel
it
but
say
it
hurts
No
pain,
no
gain,
nigga
They
say
I'm
heating
up,
welcome
to
the
flame,
nigga
No
matter
the
success,
still
the
same
nigga
I
only
change
when
the
new
body
came,
nigga
Aerodynamic,
roof
panoramic
My
credit
score
let
the
dealer
take
full
advantage
Paid
over
sticker
price,
cash
under
handed
The
o
twelve
a
year
early,
I'm
a
time
bandit
Gotta
time
manage
when
you
heaving
snow
Able
to
drop
it
all
at
thirty
and
be
free
to
go
Only
deal
with
divas
on
a
need
to
know
And
what
you
need
to
know
is
when
you
need
to
go
They'll
be
no
waiting,
I
have
no
patience
This
is
the
end
for
all
my
unrecognized
greatness
I'm
here
now,
nigga,
pardon
my
lateness
You
can
hear
in
every
bar
and
every
cadence
Yughck,
it's
the
new
god
flow,
ain't
it
The
last
supper
for
you
niggas
now
repainted
Take
position
on
the
chess
board
and
rearrange
it
Face
to
face
with
the
truth,
get
reacquainted
Yes,
my
God,
my
God,
my
God
Yes,
my
God,
my
God,
yes!
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