God Tier

(Ayo, Mark A)

Fake IDs and gift cards all up in the rental

Let me see them state boys, I bet I hit the pedal

Beyond blowed off the Wocky, this a different level

Pretty lil' ho, she look nice, but this bitch the devil

Look up, I see palm trees, look down, it's sand

Trippin' in the 'Ghini, fifty on me, hoppin' out the Lamb'

I can make one quicker than I count a band

I'ma just let this shit happen, I ain't 'bout to plan

In the spaceship off Martian juice, I ain't 'bout to land

2017, was road running down south with Stan

BIN Reaper, unky whip it up and scrape it out the pan

Newest gen' Glockiana on me, so I doubt it jam

Deadstocker, boy, the kicks ain't got a single scuff

Eighty dollar eighthy, you might fly off a single puff

Fake Ferragamo, doggy belt got a single cuff

You been soft since forever, why you think you tough?

4-0 on me, should've went to the Ivy league

Christian Loubs like a porcupine, I got spiky feet

Bro a hot head, out here tryna snatch an icy link

Hate on me, your old ass was born back in '93

Thousand dollar coat, two hundred dollar hat with it

I'm my own boss, I ain't gotta do no ass kissing

In the Scat tripping, fuckin' up the transmission

You a ham, all up on the 'Gram with your mans chicken

Thirty ball in the Ksubi jeans, got my pants ripping

Sleeve Nash the playmaker, ninety-nine pass vision

Steak and shrimp Hibachi, fucked around and got some lamb with it

That's a 201, not 101, you gotta jam with it

Your mans up in jail tellin' everything

Nice guy, but off them V-cuts, I be very mean

Hitman masked up, that's a scary scene

Three-seven in the Backwood, I can barely breathe

Prince of the Mitten, young as hell, y'all some old heads

You can't see what I poured up in this Code Red

How the fuck is you a burger and got no bread?

Ex bitch finished, give a fuck what that ho said

Good on 7-2, steerin' onto Puritan

Never cooked up in the kitchen, I was always near the BINs

Fear of God fit on bro, but ain't no fear in him

Opps sick as hell that they broke, it ain't no curing them

Finna take this Empire check and buy some properties

BabyTron, I'm god tier, it ain't no topping me

Left Benihana's, but I still got the chops with me

Fast break, I get like LeBron, it ain't no stoppin' me

They can't get shit, when I was broke, they ain't plot with me

You be copping G's, big difference, I be copping P's

Shooter hit his bucket, would've thought Curry shot a three

How I'm feeling right now? Ain't a motherfucker hot as me

Phew, hey, ShittyBoyz

What up, gang?

(Ayo, Mark A)

What up, Mark?

Phew, phew

Dog Shit Militia

Hip Hop Lab, you know what the fuck going on

Hey, hey