Blazin', mi don't want dem Mi need dem Blazin' Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated I am a God I am a God I am a God I am a God Hurry up with my damn massage Hurry up with my damn ménage Get the Porsche out the damn garage I am a God Even though I'm a man of God My whole life in the hands of God So y'all better quit playing with God Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you 'Cause kissing people ass is so unlike you The only rapper who compared to Michael So here's a few hating-ass niggas who'll fight you And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you I don't wanna hear what some niggas might do Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they never liked you Pink-ass Polos with a fucking backpack But everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody else had swag, man, we the Rat Pack Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback Ibn diamond, Chi-town shining Monop' in this bitch, get a change of climate Hop in this bitch and get the same thing I'm in Until the day I get struck by lightning I am a God So hurry up with my damn massage In a French-ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants I am a God I am a God I am a God I just talked to Jesus He said, "What up Yeezus?" I said, "Shit I'm chilling Trying to stack these millions" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa es su casa That's our costra nostra I am a God I am a God I am a God Ain't no way I'm giving up on my God