Lyrics

Fresh up off the 9th cloud up outta heaven//
& Sliding off a lightning bolt to bless this session//
It’s the buff city born lyrical Hannibal Lecter//
Self made GOD KING bitch u... gotta respect it//
Supreme General the one and only nigga//
Whole style authentic nothin phony nigga//
When I talk this KING shit Ain’t even boasting//
I just spit it how I’m livin in the muthafuckin moment//
It’s the GOD... u fuckin wit the BEST!!!//
#Salute me wit respect when u see me in the flesh//
Ain’t too many real niggaz out this mufucka left!!!//
So if a nigga touch ya heart play me close to the chest//
Mastering the game of life ascending levels every step//
Bobby Fischer on u niggaz shit ain’t checkers bitch it’s chess//
This is Lamborghini PREME The coldest on scene//
Wit a fistful of cream behind my two finger ring!!!//

Who u fuckin wit???//

told u I’m a bad muthafucka u already know what it is!!!//

Check the look on ya bitch face my nigga she LOVING it!!!//
Staring at my dick like it’s succulent//
My style in booth and the block both Truculent//
Just something that u know without fail u ain’t fuckin wit!!!//
The muthafuckin GOD there will NEVER be another This!!!//
Ice cold wit the flow that’s fa sho nigga//
Steady climbing like the prices on blow nigga//
Like a chimney I was built for this smoke!!!//
I ain’t een gotta speak on it niggaz just know!!!//
I’m live nice!!! All day & all night!!!//
Know I’m good money nothin funny in the light!!!//
I do it for the culture while they do it for the likes//
The game so full of sugar I had to spit that spice//
U could try ya whole life you’ll never get that nice//
Where u could fuck wit the GOD behind the muthafuckin Mic//
It’s the almighty General I fuck around and finish u//
a workout and a bad bitch all before dinner who u fuckin wit???//

By the oz, that mean sticky green best believe I’m puffin it!!!//
& crushing any nigga that I’m up against//
He handcuffin it but I already fucked the bitch!!!//
She looked me in the eye like she’lll die for a Mulligan//
The level of respect dictate how imma fuck wit her!!!//
And this nigga stuck wit her//
But I’m a real nigga bruh so I ain’t een judging her!!!//
I say the Ivy League when u ask me what the fuck is up//
R.I.P. my nigga freak for him the henny po’in up//
Shine blinding like white lightning u know what’s up//
They line items I sign off & get what I want!!!//
Like Tom Brady did when he came down to the bucs//
Whole game changed when this king came and fucked it up!!!//
*YEAH!!!* Super bowl in my first year//
*WOOO!!* I Exist on my own tier//
*We gets it in nigga...* was doubted my whole career//
Now u could feel the fear in the air every time I take the field!!!// -the General

Who u fuckin wit???//

Told u I’m a bad mufucka u already know what it is//
The GOD KING Lamborghini Preme straight slaughtered this shit nigga once again//