Tell ’em how it is, tell ’em how it is
Turn my life to a story, you can tell it to my kids
It was all about the glory, you was never ’bout the buiz
But I need the paper to, so sh#t, it’s what it is
Gotta get a milli, gotta get a million fans
Gunnin’ for the paper like a hundred yard dash
Stretchin’ out the words, stretchin’ out the words, stretchin’
They call me back, I don’t care, nobody out flexin’
Talkin’ to the moon, see me howlin’ at the stars
Rollin’ with Professor. X, my superpower is the bars
Living into dark into living in the light
Even though somehow I know that how I’m livin’ isn’t right
But it ain’t wrong though, I remain calm, so..
When the sunset I just turn the flamе on go
Heading where thеy can’t be, seeing where they can’t see
Turn the page and I’m on the back, Tom Clancy
God- God- g#dd#mn
God- God- g#dd#mn
I see the future, I’m on the throne and I’m surrounded by all the clothes
They took my blueprint and try to build
Look at my watch like it’s time to kill
Make it rewind but I just fast forward, your b#tch in slow motion, she might as well
They see the change but they don’t see the meditation that it took to climb outta here
God- God- g#dd#mn
Whoo!
God- God- g#dd#mn
Whoo!
The mafia, shout out my click, we know nobody stoppin’ us
And I’m scopin’ you, you know that I’m poppin’ you
This is the opera, I’m in that phantom, these b#tches adore me
I give ’em #rg#sms to block for Costello
Shooter like mellow, you feelin’ some way when I tell your chick ‘Hello’
Hello!
Walk into the building, when I talk I make it killin’
Only talk about the winners, I don’t talk about the victim
I’m the hero and the villain, let somebody stop me
Black, bullet proof to Maserati
I woke up and felt like a king
I’m guilty, you won’t see a thing
Cause the fam that you’re around made it up when they trustin’ me
There’s nothing that no one can tell me
Except for my people that’s tricked up in movin’ me
You know what you see when you see me
My n#gg#, one, two or three
Gunnin for the paper, gunnin’ for the paper fans
Gotta get a milli, do a million yard dash
We out for the glory so you know we never stoppin’
No Plan B, never had another option
God- God- g#dd#mn
Oh- Ah [Whoo!
God- God- Goddam
Oh- Ah [Whoo!]
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Lowlab Lyrics – God Damn