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 playin' with God Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you Cause kissin' people ass is so unlike you The only rapper compared to Michael So here's a few hatin'-ass niggas who'll fight you And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what niggas might do Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they never liked you Pink-ass polos with a fuckin' backpack But everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin' Monop' in this bitch again, changed the 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 AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH I just talked to Jesus He said, "What up, Yeezus?" I said, "Shit I'm chillin' Tryna stack these millions" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa, su casa That's our cosa nostra I am a god I am a god I am a god AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH Ain't no way I'm givin' up. I'm a god