God Help Us All versuri

God Help Us All lyrics by RJ Payne

Oh yeah
Leatherface
Volume 4
We play no games
Drop that
Ay Asethic
This joint might make me really snap out and hurt somebody
Let’s go

Verse
See I no longer compete in dominating
All these soft niggas thinking it’s sweet and congregating
That’s cool I ain’t saying it’s beef in kinda hatin
Who need an eternal place they can sleep
I’m accommodating
I’m digging ya grave
Get at me if you feel like you big and you brave
And your crib’ll get sprayed
Split your wig with the gauge
These lil lames think they rich
They got a chain and a whip, but these dumb niggas is slaves
I’m educating the youth
The preparation is proof
It’s a fact I used to snap, now I meditate from the booth
See Leatherface is the truth
Let a nigga talk fly and I put him in the air, we levitating his boots
Yeah, when the goon talking you bow
Got this rifle from Michael jack you could moonwalk on the clouds
When the tool barking it’s loud
Somebody tell his mother her son done got split in half there’s two parts of her child, wow
I’m a overachiever maybe
If you see me smoking weed, then you know it’s sativa baby
Been blowing cohiba’s lately
I’m in the booth foaming at the mouth, sounding like a golden retriever with rabies
I’m top of the line still
Rappers are in danger, I got ‘em locked in a minefield
Ain’t no blocking my shine, chill
I won a race and got hot
But ain’t forgot the way the nigga that dropped the baton feel
This fact not fiction
The trap spot pitching
Word to Beanie Sigel this Mac not missing
My laptop glitchin’
I ain’t talkin’ porn when I say I got the strap boy
These back shots different
I’m in a league of my own
If you willing to be the king then you gotta bleed on the throne
These are the seeds that were sown
My plug is from ATL we be blowing weed by the zone

It’s Payne
Leatherface
Volume 4
Oh these rappers is just punching bags at this point
We not playin
Let’s go