GodZilla

Feel like I'm walkin' through hell

My brother got hit up with shells

We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass

But fuck it, nobody gon' tell

Some **** switched up, oh well

All my **** bossed up, we player

We goin' up, need to get this on film

Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym

The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs

I want all the smoke, yeah, the shit you inhale

Yeah, I could've failed, but a **** prevailed

Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers

I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale

My packs airborne, they come through the mail

My son is four, he rich as the mayor

My brother locked up and he trap out his cell

Your girl is a whore, the gang gon' slay her

Beat down, drill, we'll shoot a hundred shots

Pop this chopper, got 'em duckin' like a fire drill

I'm on lean, weed, pills, neck got the fucking chills

Yeah, this beat come from Gudda Tay, Quay, and D. Hill

Before I was rappin', yeah, a young **** was trappin'

Post in the cut and I get out the package

Her ass and titties is clappin', but the shit plastic

Boy, I'm so sick of the cappin'

Godzilla, got hitters, been platinum

I want some lamb, but fuck it I can't go to platinum

They heard that I signed me a deal, they said I'm worth millions

Why the fuck I be on Candler?

Walkin' through hell

My brother got hit up with shells

We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass

But fuck it, nobody gon' tell

Some **** switched up, oh well

All my **** bossed up, we player

We goin' up, need to get this on film

Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym

The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs

I want all the smoke, yeah, the shit you inhale

Yeah, I could've failed, but a **** prevailed

Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers

I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale

My packs airborne, they come through the mail

My son is four, he rich as the mayor

My brother locked up and he trap out his cell

My brother caught life, so he couldn't pay the bail

My son ain't but four, he rich and he player

He watch me record, he watch all my film

He told me take the 1-5 to the gym

So I keep droppin' hits, I keep givin' hell

The fans goin' up, they jumpin' the rail

Stay with a shrimp, might pull up and kill

When I need me a temp I pull up with shells

They say I'm dabbin', I'm fresh as hell

I'm rockin' Givenchy, my bitch do it well

Balenci, Christian, Gucci, Chanel

Wraith, Bentley camera, ridin' down Mill

Slidin' four fifty-eight like a bat out of hell

Go high speed chase, got twelve on my tail

We got packs and they sell

We got bricks and they frail

Feel like I'm walkin' through hell

My brother got hit up with shells

We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass

But fuck it, nobody gon' tell

Some **** switched up, oh well

All my **** bossed up, we player

We goin' up, need to get this on film

Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym

The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs

I want all the smoke, yeah, the shit you inhale

Yeah, I could've failed, but a **** prevailed

Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers

I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale

My packs airborne, they come through the mail

My son is four, he rich as the mayor

My brother locked up and he trap out his cell, he trap out his cell