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I believe there's a god above me

I'm just the god of everything else

I put holes in everything else

"New God Flow " f**k everything else

Supreme d**e dealer write it in bold letters

They love a ni**a's spirit like Pac at the Coachella

They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella

But I was good with the Yay as a wholesaler

I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer

A hot temper matched wth a cold killer

I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him

Think '99 when Puff woulda had Shyne with him

(Matching Daytonas rose gold on us)

Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us

(But since you over do it I'mma pour more)

Well if you goin' coupe I'm goin' four door

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Step on their necks 'til they can't breath

Claim they five stars but sell you dreams

They say death multiplies by threes

Line them all up and let's just see

F**k em 'Ye F**k em 'Ye

I wouldn't piss on that ni**a with Grand Marnier

(Woo ) They shitty shoppin' at Tar-Gét

(Woo ) My sh*t is luxury Balmain (Ay )

I'm ballin' Amar'e

A nick sold in the park then I want in

What's a king without a crown ni**a

What's a circus without you clown niggas

What's a brick from an outta-town ni**a

When you flood and you can drown niggas

Here's the G O O D Music golden child

M A dollar sign can't nobody hold me down

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Hold up I ain't trying to stunt man

But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman

Went from most hated to the champion god flow

I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know

I'm living three dreams:

Biggie Smalls' Dr King's Rodney King's

Cuz we can't get along no resolution

Till we drown all these haters rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars money girls and the clothes

Aww man you sold your soul

Naww man mad people was frontin'

Aww man made something from nothing

Picture working so hard and you can't cut through

That can mess up your whole life like an uncle that touched you

What has the world come to I'm from the 312

Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true

Like there the god go in his Murcielago

From working McDonalds barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right front of his mom

40 killings in a weekend 40 killings in a week

Man the summer too high you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us

We got green in our eyes just follow my Erick Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane

Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame

And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains

In Jesus name let the choir say

"I'm on fire ay " that's what Richard Pryor say

And we annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any d**e boy you know they admire 'Ye

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G O O D Music G O O D Music

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And all my niggas say "G O O D Music "