Demi God lyrics

[Intro:]
Ooh, it's Wavy808
Yeah
Yeah
'Ight, do what we gon' do (What it is?)
I know this, like, I feel—
Sixth time tryna' kill this n*gga Foolio, but look (What's up?)
He got a green Dodge Durango and a black SRT (Yeah?)
Who got the drop on him, man? (Let's do it)
Let's go
That's him backin' out right there (Let's go, man, let's go)
Shoot, n*gga, shoot
Damn, you killed him? (Check the news)
I know that n*gga dead (What the f*ck? That n*gga still livin', man, damn)

[Verse:]
I saw death like five, six times, like I'm a Super Saiyan
I can't die, so my opps thinkin' that I'm Superman
Told lil' bro, "Go flip they block," that's just the mood I'm in
Still in my city, on my head, like a hunnid' bands
So I'ma buy a hunnid' choppas and some stolen cars
October 7th, them boys tried to kill a superstar
I'm still standin', poppin' Percocets and xanny bars
Survived dеath so many times like I'm a demigod
Wе on the road, just left Miami, brudda crackin' cars
My b*tch just made another 100k off doin' fraud
At Green Acres, finna' buy my Glock some body parts
Right now, I wanna kill my cousin, I don't got no heart
Bro, don't come through 6 Block fishin', you ain't got no rod
At Green Acres, finna' buy my Glock some body parts
He gave my drop, how I let a snake get in my yard?
Survived death so many times, I'm a demigod
'Posed to be chillin', way in Cali', tryna' ship them chickens
I want all them n*ggas dead, that's why I'm in my feelin's
My foot healin', with these crutches, I still stand on business
I need 'em dead before my flight land back in the city
High speed chases, brand new Glock, refuse to throw my glizzy
Smoke got heavy, I ain't runnin', I ain't leave my city
Wit' this Glock, .357, b*tch, I feel like Bibby
Way in Pittsburgh, 14 on me like I'm George Pickens
In New York City talkin' business, just like Russel Simmons
Rest in the trenches, holidays, sh*t was gettin' vicious
Public housin', f*ck Christmas, we ain't have no chimney
This sh*t just hit me, broke my heart, Bangman keep on stealin'
Promote the violence, but stay in school to all the children
Rule number one, you [?] but trust these b*tches
Rule number two, you need money to war wit' the city
Rule number three, police grab you, ain't no f*ckin' snitchin'
Rule number four, pray to God for this life we livin'
'Cause any day, you could die or go to penitentiary
[Outro:]
Damn
Swear to God
sh*t real life