Lyrics

U Speakin on a real nigga mention my name!!!//
Get crushed by this tank swerve in my lane!!!//
Everything for keeps... niggaz know the game//
I show u I don’t tell u that I ain’t fuckin playin!!!//

Movin like a don in the mob//
the finest of kush stuffed in my cigar//
Which is Cuban fam they hand rolled it 4 the GOD!!!//
My niggaz say it make em proud how I rep the squad!!!//
Never on no funny shit!!! I stay solid!!!//
U fuck wit me then u fuckin wit the BEST out here!!!//
Spittin that ice cold flow that could move mountains!!!//
Always 100 by a 10!!! that’s one thousand!!!//
It’s the GOD King Lamborghini Preme!!!//
The grace of my presence like a moment out a dream!!!//
March to my own beat & always do my own thing!!!//
It’s why another nigga could never sing the song I sing!!!//
One of a kind GOD in this bitch amongst KINGS//
So I’ll die before I EVER bow down or kiss rings!!!//
Shit just ain’t my thing,
I live in my own lane...// (& it’s movie)
I do it like frank lucas using my own name!!!//

U Speakin on a real nigga mention my name!!!//
Get crushed by this tank swerve in my lane!!!//
Everything for keeps... niggaz know the game//
I show u I don’t tell u that I ain’t fuckin playin!!!//

This shit is NOT A GAME!!!//
So I ain’t fuckin playin!!!//

I ain’t fuckin playin!!!//

Heard what the fuck I’m saying!!!//

That bullshit u talkin... become the blood u lay in!!!//

I body beats and I bag bad bitches!!!//
From Box street and my vocabulary vivid!!//
I stack cheese and live this shit to the limit!!!//
The way my style hit em make a fuck nigga livid!!!//
All because they could NEVER get it how I live it!!!//
I Push the shit to the limit while niggaz be bullshittin//
Driven to scribe lyrics that make lions out of kittens//
B. Coming the reason I am the truth like Mac mittens!!!//

-Yo... Who that nigga fam on everything that nigga killin em//
—Man that’s just GOD disguised as The Supreme General//

And I’m one pop head shot killin em!!!//
Surgical in the booth, my lyricisim is clinical!!!//
NEVER soil my morals it’s too many ways of getting it!!!//
& even if not... it ain’t worth my soul to get the shit!!!//
Come & see what the business is, thorough since the beginning it’s//
The illest nigga spittin shit that spin u like a ceiling fan!!!// the General!!!