Blu-J4Y - God N' Family

Bitch, I'm Blu-J4Y
And, Who are you?
Exactly

Ooh, I've been running the game
Only 15 and I'm going insane
Since Overkill, ooh, I've been slaying the best
My flow going harder, it's getting erect
Boy, your career is a mess of a wreck
I got CCs and the Nikes in check
They wanna sign me cause I'm causing a mess
Preaching up a storm, God gave me effects

Where's the money bag? All I do is collect
Thinking about my thoughts, yeah, I do recollect
All the past times that I felt like the best
My flow was so garbage, just like all the rest
Like all the rest of the rappers in my town
You ain't rapping, you just mumbling all the sounds
Indian style, I enlighten, my sound
Bet you would never get it, your career going down
La Ferrari, I've been balling out from down south
Little town, North of Houston, I run my account
All the money running up, infinity amount
Checks coming in, yeah, I go cash them out

All the gifts from above, God making me blessed
My cup overflow, fine wine from the best
Split the cash, with the Lord, yeah, I'm breaking my breath
Only to the Lord, so my family rests

I don't even know who Lucifer is
Get him out the song and Jesus name I repent
I got a couple targets for people I miss
I don't call names, I just keep them on lists

Like the North Pole, I've been writing my list
Checking them twice, ain't asked if he was naughty or nice
Might flow, go colder than ice, harder than steel
Cutting bands and counting the bills, I'm so for real
Oh wait, oh yeah, oh wait, yeah, oh wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh wait, who said we play, we set these games, we set these games
We gon' pull them out right now
Oh wait, who said we play, we set these games, we set these
We gon' pull them out right now

Fire in the club, heat it up, heat it up
Fire in the club, heat it up, heat it up
Fire in the club, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh wait, yeah
Let's get it, yeah

Yeah, we got the vibes and the mosh pit , keep you traumatized
I've been steady flexing for my brother Colby Price
Yeah, we miss you to this day and we celebrate your life
Every goal I kick, seven-two on my mind

That's why every goal I kick is for you my guy
It don't matter how we win, throw seven-two up to the sky
Oh me, oh why? He's legendary, that's why
Every time we win, seven-two to the sky, on God

Flex, flex, I know how to flex yeah
Flex, flex, flex up on my ex
Yeah, drop that joint with my brody MXLXKI
Yeah, if you in the tribe, you with the MXLXKI tribe

Yeah, if you in the club, we gon' set it on fire
Roll with NGM, if you don't, you gon' die
NGM to the world blow, yeah
NGM to the world blow, yeah

And we running up the pesos, yeah
And we getting more dinero, yeah, yeah
You don't find it fair, ho, whoa
I could pay a car loan, whoa

This a gift from God, yeah
Like DJ Khaled, God dead
Flex

Written by:
Taylor VI

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