Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Speed, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God Speed |
| (Ryan |
| Never would have made it, made it out |
| It’s god speed |
| It’s god… |
| It’s god speed |
| It’s god…) |
| Uh, this is just how I zone when Porter spaz, I was born at a quarter past |
| I was the color purple, Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag |
| Now I’m the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions |
| Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil |
| The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil’s my Doberman Pinscher |
| The industry said I had to be an alcoholic |
| Who be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' seizures |
| Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers |
| All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features |
| I don’t relate to common folk, they focus on the comments, so |
| I’m gonna roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco |
| Lo and behold, your honorable |
| Niggas is sheep, niggas is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur |
| My connect’ll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo |
| He should receive a trophy for bein' the holy Jesus of flows, he the G.O.A.T |
| Baaah, that should be my, taaaag |
| I’m from the streets where the odds are not even |
| Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin' |
| Allah and Jesus, it’s hard to believe I’m a product of Eve in the garden of |
| Eden, speakin', how targeted we been? |
| Rihanna stalker, I’m parked in her DMs, shark in the deep end |
| Put the paws on you, I soften your defense |
| Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin' |
| Talk is cheap, the more you niggas talk it, it cheapens |
| And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today |
| I’m about a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin' out LisaRaye |
| Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass |
| Better bring his A, let his single play |
| We don’t care what you sing, hit you in the face with the butt of the gun |
| You leak and get your street cred and a few streams |
| Pop go the weasel, nigga, Fiva Nina, I’m the illest |
| You got pop culture fever, nigga |
| All I know is Big and Pac «es, pop toast and squeezin' triggers, |
| speedin' tickets |
| Now I’m pullin' cops over, give them niggas season tickets |
| Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus |
| She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin |
| I told myself when I was 14 that she the one |
| Now a nigga probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz |
| Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters |
| Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters |
| Ridin' with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels |
| Ryan writes heaters |
| Y’all niggas is cut like one them «Get Rich or Die Tryin'"wife-beaters |
| Me? |
| I’m just all shoulder straps and muscle |
| If you a hater, let’s do it, I whip you now and then whip on your boy later |
| Them whippins’ll go around like a tornado |
| I get rid of more yayo, I don’t do Rodeo |
| Or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's |
| So many men shopping the women’s section, it ain’t no ladies left These niggas |
| crazy? |
| Yes |
| They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep |
| I’m what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80's met |
| Bringin' bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef |
| Broadcastin' «Ether"in HD at God speed |