"GOD AMONGST MEN" lyrics
maari, Wahid & Anteneh Lyrics
(feat. Jiles)
I reign heavily on everything
Oh heavenly father, pardon my pedigree...
Not to mention, I'm really out for blood, nigga
I'm boomin' straight up out the mud, nigga
'Bout 4–5 seconds, I'll self-destruct
It's the... nigga, nigga, nigga?
(SEVEN)
Dollars and a rag, heaux — that's all I have
But you ain't been schooled 'bout divinity
So lemme introduce you to my bag — nigga, this is (SEVEN)
Carriage and horse
Pestilence fester the torn residence that we call a slab
Mine is such a drag
Mind is on a passport
I'm stamped by Most High
My portion's cut in half — send it to the... (SEVEN)
Lighters on my dresser, right next to the holy word of God
I question what I'm in it for — if word is bond?
I'm really off my rocker, I'm scatterbrained
I'm a track star, runnin' in place
I'm mask off, showin' my face
Blast off — fuck up the function
The fast life left me for dead
Without a dollar and a dream...
Ain't really worth it
Blood, sweat, tears for a decade — I'm really workin'
I was turnin' profit while y'all niggas soul searchin'
I fought the whole world when they showed me a serpent
I won't sell soul — nigga, I'm not merchant
I walk pale road
(Baby, I'm off this Kraken)
This a pheromone, registered
Tell me, shorty — we perfect?
I move cautious, 'cause niggas really be lurkin'
The world is spinnin' off the axis
And the wheels keep turnin'
Snakes movin' in the grass
And bust your head for petty cash
I'm packin' up all my baggage
I'll leave it all in the past
Fast forward
Back to the future
I'm Doc Brown on Tino tint
Southside Orlando represent
Hit 'em with this toolie two-time like I'm Toosii
You slide and then slip
Like Trick in '01
When my hair twisted — I'm so appalled
I told you motherfuckers all we do is ball
On Spalding
This is Jordan and Kobe when sparrin' in the fall
We winnin' — no loss
Pinning this heart on my sleeve
Harmonious thoughts paralleling this weaponry... God
4C hair tryna manipulate the growth
I don't do the chemicals
My circle smaller than the letter "O"
I take lead, I don't take stands or take oaths — ohh
Second-gen immigrant
My father came off the boat
No license — he drove a truck from New York
Tank on E
But he runnin' off hope
Wap kon Jorge
What my mama say
She caught me stashin' a broken pistol
I was in seventh grade
Polo by Ralph Lauren
Ed Hardy for the jeans
Flyest nigga in school when I stepped on the scene
First day of school —
The whole hood wore fresh white tees
'Cause we ain't have to flex
If I wasn't so invested in street shit
I coulda won Best Dressed
But it's whatever, though...
For him to catch that body
He had to do a .2 of dope
Shit... glad I can't relate
I'm in Cambridge at Geppetto
On a dinner date
With a thick bad bitch
But I forgot her name
But it's whatever, though...
My Mexican shooter look like Matt Barnes
So I'll stack 5 for the job
'Cause I want all the smoke
Jiles
"I'm a 508 baby"
So I want all the smoke
All the smoke
Oh heavenly father, pardon my pedigree...
Not to mention, I'm really out for blood, nigga
I'm boomin' straight up out the mud, nigga
'Bout 4–5 seconds, I'll self-destruct
It's the... nigga, nigga, nigga?
(SEVEN)
Dollars and a rag, heaux — that's all I have
But you ain't been schooled 'bout divinity
So lemme introduce you to my bag — nigga, this is (SEVEN)
Carriage and horse
Pestilence fester the torn residence that we call a slab
Mine is such a drag
Mind is on a passport
I'm stamped by Most High
My portion's cut in half — send it to the... (SEVEN)
Lighters on my dresser, right next to the holy word of God
I question what I'm in it for — if word is bond?
I'm really off my rocker, I'm scatterbrained
I'm a track star, runnin' in place
I'm mask off, showin' my face
Blast off — fuck up the function
The fast life left me for dead
Without a dollar and a dream...
Ain't really worth it
Blood, sweat, tears for a decade — I'm really workin'
I was turnin' profit while y'all niggas soul searchin'
I fought the whole world when they showed me a serpent
I won't sell soul — nigga, I'm not merchant
I walk pale road
(Baby, I'm off this Kraken)
This a pheromone, registered
Tell me, shorty — we perfect?
I move cautious, 'cause niggas really be lurkin'
The world is spinnin' off the axis
And the wheels keep turnin'
Snakes movin' in the grass
And bust your head for petty cash
I'm packin' up all my baggage
I'll leave it all in the past
Fast forward
Back to the future
I'm Doc Brown on Tino tint
Southside Orlando represent
Hit 'em with this toolie two-time like I'm Toosii
You slide and then slip
Like Trick in '01
When my hair twisted — I'm so appalled
I told you motherfuckers all we do is ball
On Spalding
This is Jordan and Kobe when sparrin' in the fall
We winnin' — no loss
Pinning this heart on my sleeve
Harmonious thoughts paralleling this weaponry... God
4C hair tryna manipulate the growth
I don't do the chemicals
My circle smaller than the letter "O"
I take lead, I don't take stands or take oaths — ohh
Second-gen immigrant
My father came off the boat
No license — he drove a truck from New York
Tank on E
But he runnin' off hope
Wap kon Jorge
What my mama say
She caught me stashin' a broken pistol
I was in seventh grade
Polo by Ralph Lauren
Ed Hardy for the jeans
Flyest nigga in school when I stepped on the scene
First day of school —
The whole hood wore fresh white tees
'Cause we ain't have to flex
If I wasn't so invested in street shit
I coulda won Best Dressed
But it's whatever, though...
For him to catch that body
He had to do a .2 of dope
Shit... glad I can't relate
I'm in Cambridge at Geppetto
On a dinner date
With a thick bad bitch
But I forgot her name
But it's whatever, though...
My Mexican shooter look like Matt Barnes
So I'll stack 5 for the job
'Cause I want all the smoke
Jiles
"I'm a 508 baby"
So I want all the smoke
All the smoke
