Shah Infinite - GodLee

I been, huh
I been way too humble but
Oddly I'm feeling myself
Shawty hit my line with a nude like you coming through
Probably I'm feeling myself
I could let my guard down, oh you think you God now
GodLee, I'm feeling myself
Even if you in the Saab 900 can't flex
Got gold BBS' and ya mans need help huh
You too ugly to be the champ you see this face
I'm feeling myself
Dome in the whip peaced out as soon as I got to her place
I'm feeling myself
I could let my guard down, but you still gone catch this fade
I'm feeling myself
Even if you in the Saab 900 can't flex
Got gold BBS' and ya mans need help huh
I don't want to talk to you
I don't want to socialize
I am in the gym
I am not a fun guy
I eat beats
I don't need features
Focus on ballin'
Not on the bleachers
Let me hit you back I'm in the booth making heaters
God body flow bitch follow the leader
She know I'm hungry but I ain't gone eat her
Stick in the box
E Er E Er
Check the score
That bag's bigger than yours
Magnums next to the stack
Dreads touching the floor
Cereal Milk in the backwood acting up on you whores
That hustle shit I absorb
Monthly subscription to Forbes
She likes me but I'm prettier than her
She do not match my aesthetic
My ego's on Caillou, I guess you can say it's big headed
Thank you for leaving the bar so low
I am forever indebted
I heard your new it's pathetic
I'm the greatest
There I said it
I been way too humble but
Oddly I'm feeling myself
Shawty hit my line with a nude like you coming through
Probably I'm feeling myself
I could let my guard down, oh you think you God now
GodLee, I'm feeling myself
Even if you in the Saab 900 can't flex
Got gold BBS' and ya mans need help huh
You too ugly to be the champ you see this face
I'm feeling myself
Dome in the whip peaced out as soon as I got to her place
I'm feeling myself
I could let my guard down, but you still gone catch this fade
I'm feeling myself
Even if you in the Saab 900 can't flex
Got gold BBS' and ya mans need help huh
Oh you rap
Don't nobody give a fuck about that
Do your lifestyle match
Do your bank account stack
Do you really got a hummer in the back
Is it cap, is ya lying on wax
For the pussy, for the clout, for the fame, for the plaques
You bought a chain before you gave ya Ma racks
We don't wanna fuck your bitch boy relax
When you came up was the roads paved or was they muddy
Y'all had lemonade or niggas had to joog when they got hungry
When ya made it out was it supposed to happen or you lucky
Is you clappin for the opps or is you praying for your bruvas
I been way too humble but
Oddly I'm feeling myself
Shawty hit my line with a nude like you coming through
Probably I'm feeling myself
I could let my guard down, oh you think you God now
GodLee, I'm feeling myself
Even if you in the Saab 900 can't flex
Got gold BBS' and ya mans need help huh
You too ugly to be the champ you see this face
I'm feeling myself
Dome in the whip peaced out as soon as I got to her place
I'm feeling myself
I could let my guard down, but you still gone catch this fade
I'm feeling myself
Even if you in the Saab 900 can't flex
Got gold BBS' and ya mans need help huh

Written by:
Shamir Fauntleroy

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