Godbody, Pt. 2 (feat. RZA)

A billion, data, Bitcoins and microchips

Intel Pentium, silicon, and biochips

Sittin' on Oprah's sofa

My drink is on a solid gold coaster

Cigars with DiCaprio

I rock a Rollie, you still rock the Casio

Ace of spade popped on the patio

Aston Martin, powder blue and pistachio

I know that they are not who they pretend to be

Ain't no more convincin' me

Money turn your kin into your enemy

Streets'll turn your mans into your memory

I keep it a century

I got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy

Broski had them ten a key

We got chickens, two apiece

They gon' have to murder me

They don't want no **** free

I know this was made for them

I know this was said for me

I'm just tryna take back every single thing that's meant for me

I don't owe nobody nothin'

Everything comes straight from me

Young ****, go get your bread

Only thing that's bred in me

Some my **** still alive

They already dead to me

Uh, young

I fear no evil, don't spit the serpent, for he deceitful

I fear no demons, I'll buy the chains just to free my people

I dream of Porsches and families that don't know divorces

Wake up to warrin' and **** dyin' and buyin' Jordans

It's been a minute, I've been official, I've been efficient

I've been in corners, I've been that ****, I upended this shit

I've been at war and been relieved, and I've been addicted

I've been recordin', they pay me good 'cause I paid attention

Uh, Young Purple

Told y'all we back at it

Your hands ain't fast enough to touch me

You motherfuckers tryna box with God

You motherfuckers tryna throw rocks at the sun

I am the one and only

I am the true and living

You can't catch what you can't touch

You can't touch what you can't see

Godbody

Yeah, first they gon' love you, then they gon' hate you

It comes in stages

He lost his case since his lawyer Jewish, the judge was racist

I speak the truest, they misconstrue it, we incongruent

I need a moment, I need atonement, it's more than music

I doused the fire with water, I'm holy water to it

These boys so late to this party, it's like they early to it

This feel like whispers in the pews when the pastor preachin'

If they break me, I'd crack and crumble into Jesus pieces

I'm in the buildin', I'm on the buildin', I own the buildin'

At 16, sixteens felt like a hundred million

I'm smokin' Keshawn