When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Told yourself a million times, you

Your love is like a drug You are the one I'm so addicted, you got me fucked up and it feels so good I'm out of control, what the fuck Feels like I'm going insane What the hell have you done to me Can't get you out of my brain I'm so addicted, you got me

Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up Glow up, glow up I say, Lord be my savior When it come to gettin' this paper Please protect me from my haters Just save me and I won't save her Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen) Yeah, they're fuckboys and they can't win

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis What's changin'? Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna forget you,

Get buzzed, let's get fucked up Get, get, get drunk lets California show me love California throw it up California, so high we'll ride all night California, show me love Get, get, get Comin' straight outta Cali (what!?) The 818 valley (what?!)

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

I am the God Nigga, I am the God Granada I'm falling under your spell You know I get the kilos Cincuenta por ciento If you are not bilingual Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down Underground how I came out

Distorted, distorted records Distorted records I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement I don't feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch I don't feel a thing, yeah I'm faded, yeah I'm shaded I don't feel a thing, I can feel the bass,

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us