Текст песни God Bless the Dead - Shaft

God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin
God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin
Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin
Here I am again to clear up all assumptions
This one the moments where you just had to be there
Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair
I can feel the whole world inside of my hands
What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man
God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin
God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin
Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin
Here I am again to clear up all assumptions
This one the moments where you just had to be there
Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair
I can feel the whole world inside of my hands
What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man

I'm your favorite rapper's dealer
I'm fentanyl through the speakers
Nas in his prime, come get ethered
I'm different, I sacrifice a preacher
What's a God to non-believers
Knockin' out signature sneakers
Your BM come over, I see her
She bought the vip, met and greet her
I'm like Steph, highly educated in my steps
I made my homies champions, all in the same breath
They dyin' to say they the best
They dyin', they claimin they next
I'm gettin' it off of my chest
I'm shakin' shots off of my vest
I heard your tape, it's not your best
Skip the track, like, thank you next
I'd rather listen to my ex talk about ways we could connect
She question my location, like, chill, baby, it's only sex
It's not a ring or my last name, so I don't know why you're so pressed
They said I changed, shit, I'm glad you finally noticed
My homies watch fake as fuck, he woke up and his wrist swollen
I'm from a neighborhood, you park, ya whip, you wake up, shit's stolen
I'm like Michelangelo, I'm feelin' like the last Ronin
Cause I see no opponent
That wanna go toe-to-toe with this goated overdosed poet
These bitches fall for heroics
I'm viking, striking, I'm stoic
You're fuckin' lost and you're hopeless
From the east to the west, they got me back and forth coasting
They said, quit actin' perfect
I ain't actin', I know it
I'm more like the devil wears Prada with a little more shoulders
And they call me bipolar, but I'm more like sober
I was just a good kid hangin' out with the smokers

God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin
God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin
Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin
Here I am again to clear up all assumptions
This one the moments where you just had to be there
Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair
I can feel the whole world inside of my hands
What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man
God struck me down, I hit the ground runnin
God bless the dead, I hit the town gunnin
Watch this young man turn nothin' into somethin
Here I am again to clear up all assumptions
This one the moments where you just had to be there
Fucked my whole life nowadays, I ain't playin' fair
I can feel the whole world inside of my hands
What's a peasant to a king and what's pride to a man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Willie, what the fuck, dude
You put in the wrong side of the tape