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(chorus)
I'm like God to you x2
You thought I was weak,... but
I'm like God to you x2
When you get killed and put on tha street,...
I'm like God to you
(verse)
Yo, Indians, Milkies, Rap Game Junkies
this is tha time 4 u to put ya fkin hands up
yall weak as* hoo claim they own tha street
tha same hoo can't break a beat
they soft
more like the cream in a poptart
keep fkin around and you'll look like a poptart
I'm 18 in this, doin my thang
Diamonds glowin up, wit this shiny pinky ring
i'm realest nigg* you kno, i'll put you in ya place
Betta run and hide and hide find somewhere safe
(chorus x2)
