Being God

I wrote this to reach you
I hope you hear me
Shit I’mma keep reachin out til it kills you
Im not sure what type of aura you think i give off
But ive come to the realization
That people who like money dont live long
And thats a fact i live with
I made some bad decisions
Ive had some crash collisions
But im just glad you listened
But i put my soul on the come up
Before i come up missing
As a misinterpreted prophet
Caught up in profit
To you, pick of any prophet
Where are they now? dead or in jail
Stuck in a box or stuck in a cell
Stuck in a plot of
Stuck on a shlef and try to settle
That was the only fucking problem
You might luck out and do well
But those are your only fuckin options… really
You think the bow with good form
Its only true in theory
So i dont care if you purchase it
I just hope you feel me
And if you do
Make you peoples feel it too
Scream the muthafuckin anthem
Cause i wrote it to
Long live the King
(Calling out Gods, Niggas, Kings)
You can be happy
But i won’t die
You can be happy
But i won’t die
You can be happy
But i won’t stop
Cause im just one step away from being god
(i know)
I know i have a lot of work to do
Im on a mission
Fully prepared to not come back
Im fully aware
I might not make it to where
The radio plays my tracks
I really dont care
Of anything given my path
Im in it to last
I sat in a lab
And treat it like its my last
Cause its just me B
Im moved and ready and willing to be you God
But whos gonna save me?
Id even the playing field to beat the odds
But youd just blame me
So what am i to do
If i were you
Id scream the muthafuckin anthem
Let them know you got it!