Текст песни Give Em God - Energe

See all these niggas out here
Struggle to survive man
When you struggling to survive you need somebody to follow
So i figure,
Why not give em God
Yea
What's really bright to a star
All this shine couldn't be bought
I was born on a cloud
I'm too celestial to walk,
It's better to send a text quick
Drop the addy I'll pull up 4 dark,
I need more horses on my sleigh
Searching for a 488
Pista
Bitch I,
Look like God and he don't make no mistakes,
Gradually I recognized
Most Rappers today is crispy cremes
All glazed up for appearances G,
But no depth and be hella sugary,
Comme de garçon couldn't match the heart on my sleeve,
That's literally B,
As a young nigga I braced for the rain,
Like Eddie Cain,
Wishing cash drops would fall from the sky
On my brokest of days
Instead of complain
I kept my mouth closed and i made away,
Studied the greats
Hit the weights
What you know bout making gains
When you know you gonna be greater
Then Kobe Mike and Doc J, yup one day,
On the way
I made this here
Only for the finesse players,
Sideways talking I might address same day or I could wait,
Line you right up and you never saw my face,
I swear I said grace before I ate the beat,
& Did it with good taste
Every day I create
Like the creator who made
The heavens, ocean, life,
Marvelously with a hand wave,
Heavy shine on my wrist when me and Yahweh lock rakes,
Bowed our heads
Then I made my plate
Bitch, I look like God
How could you even disagree,
He might live in you,
But he look like me,
Elohim Negro,
Father forgive them,
It's not that they lack eyes
But for what their mind can't see,
Whoa I think they still sleep
Peeling down state in Bronco,
Whole lotta drip need a poncho,
My Fingers all in the cheese like nachos,
Looking for the mondo
And it came with some gato,
Swerved out the way
Y'all know my city full of them big ass potholes
Minding only my business nigga
And not yours,
Pray I don't spazz
I don't flash shit
Way too passionate
This FN come off me hip yall doing the dash like Roscoe
Actively,
Shit I'm always doing too much,
Sitting back dabbing cashing laughing
Watching the label use you dudes up,
To Peel back the layers
Might I suggest you find a sharper razor,
Break it up on plate my dawg,
Don't scratch up my OG table,
Ive kept my life lowkey,
Very few of yall know where I be,
Ain't no cloning E
Ain't no cloning me
My DNA IS G-O-D
Please Have a whole seat
Bitch,
I look like
Bitch
I look like
Bitch
I look like
God
Now Y'all can finally see