The God Wept Lyrics

Fat blunts for the appetizers

Big Mac sliders

Wash them shits down with the apple cider

They ain't actin' like us

We on some ol' ghetto luxury

Royale shit

Come fuck with me

In a sticky situation sittin' comfortably

Cuz I know I'm Godbody ya'll prolly

Ain't even do the math this morning while ya'll pottied

I stayed up late, crafting shit

While ya'll partied

And I'm the one that's lit now nigga I'm not sorry

Not goin' back and forth with these niggas that's atari

Today I wrote a rap that'll buy Zack a 'rarri

I'll just give it to my momma and push a '09 Audi

I never gave a fuck about who see me when I pull up

To be real I hope nobody see me when I pull up

I park up the block, hop out, throw my hood up

And proceed to leave everyone in the cypher shook up

I'm tryna cop the shitty ass crib that look dope inside

The one that look like the nigga sellin' dope inside

Baby Dee doin' hair in the next room

I'm on shrooms with yo boo gettin' my neck groomed

Couple goons playin' pool that let the techs boom

Rick and Mike on the deck playin' spades

Grace pourin' up a glass of Jack D and lemonade

My nigga Frisch wooked out in the restroom

Over the years I dropped a whole lot of gems and

Over the years ya'll niggas had slept on them and

Over the years they got mad at how I ascended

Jesus wept, they wept

The God wept on them

(Cry)

You cornball motherfuckers

Ya'll don't have the recipe

For the Big Mac sliders, man

None of ya'll have shit

Ain't gon' do shit

Funkshway the right way