God Complex - Stace

Woke up this morning feeling just like God

Grass in the blunt like we rolled up the yard

Counting all this money and I’m still in my draws

Swimming in her ocean getting swallowed by Jaws

Aye, she in the kitchen with the pots and pans

I’m scraping resin from the pot while I roll up the gram

It’s refreshing getting top while I scroll up the gram

Gotta remind all you niggas who the fuck I am, complex

Devil in a choker she’s submissive for days

Aye, fuck your baby daddy and his feminine ways

Nigga mad he over-worked, making minimum wage

I can clip his wig back that’s a subliminal fade

Made your salary by the end of the day

Red dot between your eyes guess it’s time to go pray

I can cut you through this verse 'cause my pen is a blade

Got a casket with his name I can send it engraved, 6 deep

Woke up this morning feeling just like God

Grass in the blunt like we rolled up the yard

Counting all this money and I’m still in my draws

Swimming in her ocean getting swallowed by Jaws

(Woke up this morning feeling feeling like God)

Feeling just like God

(Woke up this morning feeling feeling like God) On God

Feeling feeling like God

Aye, fuck you and the niggas that you stand with

Iron on your grid sounding like some marching band kids

Tango with my Cash, I pay hammers you can dance with

Been getting money since your Pop left you abandoned

You’ll never see these heights that’s just how the Gods have planned it,

I could pull up in a Camry, on camera, bumping Cam shit

Let the chop play along on God I’m on some lamb shit

Grill on my waist turns any beef into a sandwich, nigga

Stay safe because when we get to see each other again, I will let y’all know

everything that’s been going on and anything the last thing but not least

Whatever you hear about me, don’t never, don’t never judge me off what you hear,

judge me off what you see me do.

Understand this, whatever they been telling

y’all, whatever they done made y’all feel about me, it’s all been lies and

eventually you gonna get (Gunshot & body falls)

(Evil Laugh) Yeah, on God

The truth is 'bout to reign forever

Fuck the game without a poncho

Bars in every sentence like I’m bailing out on bond though

Going for the title, rest in peace to Papa Mongol

Trouble Season orchestrated, welcome to the God show

Aye, spitting fire so heavenly the heat would make the devil Jehovah witness

voluntarily, nigga

Who fucking with my destiny?

'Cause if I die now you gotta out-live my legacy, on God

(Woke up this morning, feeling like God) Yeah

(Feeling feeling like God) Yeah

(Woke up this morning feeling feeling like God) I woke up

Feeling like God

Yo, aye, woke up so high I got dressed by God

Grass in blunt like we rolled up the yard

Counting all this money and I’m still in my draws

Swimming in her ocean getting swallowed by Jaws