(I didn't know it)
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Yeah
(I didn't know it)
(Help me, God, God) Uh
Same ones that's been told that I am devilish
Same ones know that I am Godly
Same ones know that he guard me
Same ones know that he guard me
I know y'all been told that I am devilish
By the same ones know that I am Godly
Same ones know that he guard me
So when y'all niggas spot me
Treat me in sec
(Help him Lord)
(Help me, help, help)
(Help him, Lord) Yeah
(Help him Lord)
(Help me, help, help) Treat me like a goddess embedded in my flesh
If the blood hit the leaves, then I'm called to common sense
Seen some shit I can't believe, and that shit just hurt my chest
Never really with the peace, all these niggas send some threats
Fuck you mean, I'm goin' imaginary
Back to back, uh, back to back
Where my Michael Jackson glove when I grab my plaque? Uh
Platinum plaque, needed that, needed that
Took the white up off my back, but I'ma need it back (woo)
She ain't have to snot like this
Same one you prolly didn't want to snot like this
Same ones on the internet goin' back and forth
Calf white but the ass woofin' black in force
I'll beat your ass if you try me
Ay, ain't no kemosabe, ay
Ain't no friendship, pussy
I'll beat your ass until you zombie
Ay, bad bitch beside me, ay
Ride it like a (uh, huh, huh)
Ride it like a (freak) uh huh
Ride it like a Harley (ay)
Exotic like she Kylie (hahaha, hell nah)
She got molly in her body
But I don't want no hoe that's drugged out, that shit too sloppy
And I don't want no motherfuckin' hood hoe, get off me
Same ones that catch me in the club, prolly pop me (ay, ay)
Same ones that really want the love, wanna drop me
Same ones that follies throwin' dubs on some thotties (ay)
And y'all be the one's calling hoes some thotties
It's the problem now, you're a problem kid
Hell, you wanna know, fight for this hoe?
Prolly did
And that's my problem now, toxic shit
I wear more fuckin' Polo than Ralph Lauren prolly did
Ay, exotic shit, exotic bitch
I'm in Dubai more than Swizz Beatz prolly is
I'm on Air France more than Jean Gaultier
Yves family, got more Yves Saint-Laurent in here
And y'all gon' try me like I'm not the G.O.A.T.
Man, I cost more than a race horse with a shiny coat (ooh)
Now if I throw this Yacht-Master off the boat, it's gon' prolly float
And you think y'all niggas got guns, but you prolly don't
I got more clips in my car than Steven Spielberg prolly wrote
I got a Glock in the car that's white, Chappelle, this is not a joke