Godbody

Them niggas selling to them under covers
 That's uncool like your mother's brother
 Make my bitches touch each other
 My niggas caught cases, all we known for pie shaving
 All my plugs is Caucasian, smoke until my eyes Asian
 Send a batch of beats, I send you back a masterpiece
 Might buy a chain that look like it was made for Master P
 I'm in the dojo where the masters meet
 Talk is cheap, whispers in the congregation
 Watch the pastor preach
 Been a problem now I'm more focused
 That Maserati pull up make your Beemer look like it's a Ford Focus
 In the retail, hard to explain the details
 Thousand dollar deposit just sitting on dope and emails
 Tim Allen, how kids gripping tools
 Different 12 like I'm in Air Maxes
 I get up out my Yeezy boosts
 My watanabe circa season two
 Muhammad with the stick and move
 The Godbody only speak the truth
 I'm popping like Polo tags in '98
 Six shipments, six addresses
 I charge 'em to the game
 Double cut sippin' paint drippin' off the Caddy frame
 Two tone whip change colors, I call it Charlemagne
 Kill for your brothers, if they do the same
 Switch cities, switch phone numbers, but we move the same
 Switch bitches, switch locations and watch these niggas change
 There is not a stain on my Forces, but it's a dirty game
 Yeah, and the nerve of you mother fuckers
 The nerve of you mother fuckers think you can touch me
 Yo' ass ain't fast enough to touch me
 The one and only Godbody
 Oh, and it's gon' go down
 And when it goes down everybody just gone be looking
 Standing there looking around, standing there looking at each other
 Trying to figure out who did it
 Don't nobody know who did it
 Don't nobody know who did it
 All they know is what happened
 GODBODY!
 You niggas selling to them plain clotheses
 While I play the corner chain smoking
 Booming out they vains and noses
 I'm paper stacking 'til the winter's over
 Trying to pull up in that Cherry Rover
 Seats the color baking soda
 Wood grain resemble shaken soda
 Apply the pressure to the next or opposition
 When my pace is over
 Snotty tissues with that Ray Liotta
 You paper soldiers couldn't take a
 step inside these purple label loafers
 I'm popping like Gucci buckets and white tees
 Six shipments, six addresses
 I payed the shipping fees
 Double cut sippin' lean dripping off these swisher sweet
 Two tone, yellow and rose gold like Mr. T
 I'm good with that yay like Mike Dean
 Killers turn police for that break like Ice T
 Desperate niggas turn on they own people like Spike Lee
 Shivers when he preach
 The Godbody got the truth to speak