Syfy Lyrics

I could tell you about my life, but that'd be a couple books

And I don't really got the time, and I'm over 25

And I barely hold my shit together

One thing I really hate is family get-togethers

Get the hell up out my face for I

grip the metal, hit the pedal, gas me up a bit

Lie to me, let me soak it all up

Till I dry, set fire to me

When you drive by, say hi to me

Nah, fuck it, when you drive by

Shoot me like five times till my life

Flat lines with a beam on a chop

Man, this shit could get syfy

All I do is pray to the Lord

That he give me everything I want

But I know that he won't know

Cause I'm a bad motherfucker

And I can never catch a break

You can try to pass me up, it's a no-go

And if you see me in your city, better stop me

Cause I'm probably gon' take over

Give the game a makeover

And I know that they hate me, but want my styles

And my flows, I put the wow and whoa

I got a pound for the low

Bout to break it down, get your boogie on

Sell it by the ounce till we get it gone

And I ain't know that was a shorty

Till we took her home, took her phone

Took a look through it, pika, pika, pika, pika, pika

Started pussyfootin', now you pump faking

Don't know how to push buttons, what

Goddo did it, Goddo does it

Oh, Lordy, Lordy, I know your away, but mine

Yes, we know that

Yes, we

Big Goddo is our hero

Is our hero

He saved our people for generations

And we take kindly

To this beautiful voice

Amen

Thank you, Lord

I can tell you about my life

But then you think that I'm a crook

And all I do is lie

I just loaded up my nine

All I gotta do is aim it your spine

Let it blow till you die

And I'll kill you motherfuckers if I got to

If you ain't ran and hid already well you aught' to

Just cop two glocks, foo

Hit him in the wazoo, hurrah

Headed out to Hu-hot in the motherfuckin' top two

Me and Goddo been on top since the lawsuit

Pull up on you with the laser like come on Luke

With this ray gun, I'll rob you

Then blame God for costumes

Hey, Aaron, I got you

Put the cape on and save all

If I look like a hero, then you're Ray Charles

Cause I be droppin' napalm, want Obama back

But I ain't got the change for the payphone

I be doin' styles that you can't do

And you hate me for it, mmm, that's okay, cool

Thought that when I dropped out of high school

I'd blow up, but that ain't true

Now I'm strugglin' to pay rent and pay dues

Just got paid yesterday, my car payment's late, too

I'm a millennial, gotta YouTube, how to make food

If it makes you feel any better, I'm broke

Stole a Babe Ruth for breakfast

And drank it with some Grey Goose

Now I'm cool calm, collective

Kept a noose warm for effort

Need a shoehorn, Giuseppe

A unicorn, leprechaun, Capricorn

Kevlar, Madripoor, metaphors, dude

You're just sayin' a bunch of random shit

My bad, let me take it back a bit

Back when I'm a Fuelo

Cause me and Buddha dropped Kaepernick

The way I touch a beat

You would think the boy's catholic

You be smokin' rat piss

My bro's be rollin' blunts

That look and smell like cat shit

I can keep on goin', I can keep on flowin'

But that's too many dead rappers

Y'all already know it

If I told y'all the truth

Then you probably won't believe me

I'm a demon, probably see me on TV

Tryna sell my fuckin' CD

But nobody got a CD player no more

So I look like a slow outdated asshole

I'm just tryna hit the cash flow

I'm just tryna build a castle

With a moat so I can swim around with bad hoes

Goddo got a mad flow

Been this way since the motherfuckin' tadpole

38 on my backhoe

John Mcclane with the style hoe

Barefooted, got a foul odor

Got a whole bag of Doritos on my shoulder

Can it get any colder

Bitch, I'm the winter soldier

I thought you knew, I thought I told ya

Balls big like Boulder

Like Boulder

Fuck them

They ain't shit