I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

I am a god
Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I'm a man of God
My whole life in the hands of God
So y'all better quit playing with God

Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you
Cause kissing people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper who compared to Michael
So here's a few hating-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥ who'll fight you
And here's a few snake-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥ to bite you
And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what ♥♥♥♥♥♥ might do
Old ♥♥♥♥♥♥ mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they never liked you
Pink-ass polos with a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody else had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback
Ibn diamond, Chi-town shining
Monop' in this ♥♥♥♥♥, get a change of climate
Hop in this ♥♥♥♥♥ and get the same thing I'm in
Until the day I get struck by lightning

I am a God
So hurry up with my damn massage
In a French-ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a God
I am a God
I am a God

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

I just talked to Jesus
He said, "What up Yeezus?"
I said, "♥♥♥♥ I'm chilling
Trying to stack these millions"
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa es su casa
That's that cosa nostra
I am a God
I am a God
I am a God

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!