| Blazin, mi don't want dem,
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| Mi need dem,
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| Blazin.
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| Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt,
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| And now she find out what life is really worth
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| No to X rated.
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| Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt,
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| And now she find out what life is really worth
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| No to X rated.
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| I am a god,
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| I am a god,
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| I am a god.
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| I am a god,
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| Hurry up with my damn massage,
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| Hurry up with my damn ménage,
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| Get the Porsche out the damn garage.
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| I am a god,
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| Even though I'm a man of God,
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| My whole life in the hands of God,
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| So y'all better quit playin' with God.
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| Soon as they like you, make ‘em unlike you
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| ‘Cause kissin' people ass is so unlike you,
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| The only rapper compared to Michael,
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| So here's a few hatin'-ass niggas who'll fight you,
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| And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you,
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| And I don't even wanna hear ‘bout what niggas might do.
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| Old niggas mentally still in high school,
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| Since the tight jeans they never liked you,
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| Pink-ass polos with a fuckin' backpack,
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| But everybody know you brought real rap back.
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| Nobody else had swag, man, we the Rat Pack,
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| Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback,
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| Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin'!
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| Monop' in this bitch, get a change of climate.
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| Hop in this bitch and get the same thing I'm in,
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| Until the day I get struck by lightning.
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| I am a god
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| So hurry up with my damn massage,
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| In a French-ass restaurant
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| Hurry up with my damn croissants.
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| I am a god,
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| I am a god,
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| I am a god.
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| I just talked to Jesus,
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| He said, "What up, Yeezus?”
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| I said, "Shit, I'm chillin',
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| Tryin' to stack these millions”.
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| I know he the most high,
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| But I am a close high.
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| Mi casa, su casa,
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| That's that cosa nostra.
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| I am a god,
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| I am a god,
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| I am a god.
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| Ain't no way I'm giving up. |
| I'm a god. |