Godbody - Pt. 2

A billion data Bitcoins and microchips Intel Pentium, silicon and biochips Sitting on Oprah's sofa My drink is on a solid gold coaster Cigars with the capio A Rock-N-Roll'er, you still rock the Casio Ace of Spade, popped on the patio Aston Martin, powder, Blue and Pistachio I know that they are not who they pretend to be Ain't no more convincing me Money turn your kin into your enemy Streets will turn your mans into your memory I keep it a century I got a lot of people trynna drain me of this energy Broski had them ten a key We got chickens two a piece They gon have to murder me They don't want no niggas free I know this was made for them I know this was said for me I'm just trynna tape back every single thing that's meant for me I don't owe nobody nothing Everything come straight from me Young nigga go get your bread Only thing that's breading me Some my niggas still alive They already dead to me Ah, yung I fear no evil Don't spit the serpent for He deceitful I fear no demons I buy the chains just to free my people I dream of Porsches and families that don't know divorces Wake up to warring and niggas dying and buying Jordans It's been a minute I been official I been efficient I been in corners I been that nigga I been in this shit I been at war and I been relieved and I been addicted I been recording They pay me good, 'cause I paid attention Uh, Young Purple Told y'all we back at it Y'all hands ain't fast enough to touch me You motherfuckers tryna box with god You motherfuckers tryna throw rocks at the sun I am the one and only (Purple!) I am the true and living You can't catch what you can't touch You can't touch what you can't see Godbody! Yeah First they gon' love you Then they gon' hate you It comes in stages He lost his case and since lawyer Jewish, the judge was racist I speak the truest They misconstrue it We incongruent I need a moment I need atonement It's more than music I doused the fire with water I'm holy water to it These boys so late to this party, it's like they're early to it This feel like whispers in the pews when the pastor preaching If they break me I'm crack and I crumble into Jesus pieces I'm in the building I'm on the building I own the building At sixteen sixteens feel like a hundred million I'm smoking kisha I'm