Ra Lyrics

I'm the god of all gods

I guess you can say I'm like Ra

I'm the muthafuckin zar

Bet I make that shit bang full clip when the weapons get drawn

I aint even here for the smoke

I'm just here for your throat

To deliver my quote

From the 5280 gotta let em all know

I'm the muthafuckin sun god

In the sunshine state it feels so odd

Cuz I get more love than my home squad

But it's makin me grow so there's no loss

Now they hearin my name from the fort to the bay

I ain't gotta make a change to afford what I say

Attention get paid I show out my ray

I aint finna spray

I spit out the taste

Young nigga with a nasty flow

Pass the goat

Aint worried bout no animal

I ain't worried bout yo status bro

As you know

I'm fuckin with them mountain folk

Why you lookin like yo camera broke

Can't picture my shit unless the focus on

Underground rail roads that I'm rollin on

Call it steam punk smokin when I open doors

Now I'm back let me smoke some more

Matter fact imma act like I'm loco bro

Matter fact imma rap like it's blow for blow

And attack the cats that think they match my flow

Watch the show

Make sure every single body hit the floor

Rock and roll

Your lane trashy

I'm only in it for the mop and glow

(I put that)

On God

(I put that)

On me

(I bet that)

I'm hot

(I know that)

Yall sleep

And while yall watch

(I bet that)

I'm go'n eat

You don't wanna go to war with a

(Hold up, hold up, hold on Riik)

Ok

(I put that)

On God

(I put that)

On me

(I bet that)

I'm hot

(I know that)

Yall sleep

And while yall watch

(I bet that)

I'm go'n eat

You don't wanna go to war with a god

I'm at the top Olympus

I got the gold Olympics

I worked it out like fitness

But that's over your head no benches

I'm the type to grab me a spear and go javelin wit it

My head hit em in the core they say I'm grounded ya dig it

Crickets

Fuck y'all niggas

That's ok imma 1 up y'all niggas

Where the mushroom imma jump on niggas

Imma hit em with that tink leave some stars over niggas

I don't know what the fuck they be thinking but those bars for beginners

I've been pushing 1milli like there are no limits

They know I'm different nobody asked you you critics

Quit it

I'm the meaning of hip hop

A nigga keeping it fresh call him Ziploc

A nigga need a new challenge tic toc

A nigga ballin for that paper Chris bosh

No chin I check these niggas

When it comes to my pen I'm a threat to niggas

Riik where the fuck you been they don't respect us figures

I guess this is the end Thanos niggas

Rambo niggas

Kablam on niggas

I don't need a new chain

I got ammo nigga

I ain't fuckin with the law to put a band on niggas

I might break a couple jaws I'm feeling grand tho nigga

Breaking through these walls like the Kool aid man

Oh yeah I'm feelin like will I am

Legend to these niggas like Zelda fans

Only link I ever needed was a pen in hand

(I put that)

On God

(I put that)

On me

(I bet that)

I'm hot

(I know that)

Yall sleep

And while yall watch

(I bet that)

I'm go'n eat

You don't wanna go to war with a

(Hold up, hold up, hold on Riik)

Ok

(I put that)

On God

(I put that)

On me

(I bet that)

I'm hot

(I know that)

Yall sleep

And while yall watch

(I bet that)

I'm go'n eat

You don't wanna go to war with a god

I figured by now

Y'all be pointing me out

There go another fuckin weirdo with his head in the clouds

(Wow)

Your bringin me down

(Now)

They stealin my style

(Now)

My finger's fully raging every sentence like

(Owh)

Bow before a deadly killa with a god complex

You ain't even seein me with eye contacts

I'm on a higher level yes i confess

That I'm hotter than the devil no contest

I'm R double I K

(Bringin that stank)

Thought you knew I was saucey

(Whippin that paint)

Name another one like me

(Bet you you can't)

The only one with my steez

(God on the way)

Out of my way

Tell em that I'm outta restraints

Out of the cage

Ain't a place here that's safe

Here that k

Blow

There go your bae

Tell him bye

He fried

Cream brulee

I've been readin on the stars like a zodiac

Got me sittin on these bars like a polar cap

Ain't no reason for talk you don't wanna scrap

Niggas act hard it's a trap

Offendin some of y'all it's the facts

Lil homie should've told g you couldn't rap

You finna get the old me no holdin back

Disturb a nigga when he hungry get a smack

I've been holdin back for way too long

Waitin on

Something else to come along

Made this song

I made this LP

Feeling like ye

Move like LP

Killing any mic anybody hands me

Blowin doja and i know you smell me

When you're high as I be

Ain't shit to tell me

(Bitch)