text: Blazin, mi dont want dem
  Mi need dem
  Blazin
  Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
  And now she find out what life is really worth
  No to X rated
  Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
  And now she find out what life is really worth
  No to X rated
  I am a God
  I am a God
  I am a God
  I am a God
  Hurry up with my damn massage
  Hurry up with my damn ménage
  Get the Porsche out the damn garage
  I am a God
  Even though Im a man of God
  My whole life in the hand of God
  So yall better quit playin with God
  Soon as they like you make em unlike you
  Cause kissin people ass is so unlike you
  The only rapper compared to Michael
  So heres a few hatin-ass niggas to fight you
  And heres a few snake-ass niggas to bite you
  And I dont even wanna hear bout what niggas might do
  Old niggas mentally still in high school
  Since the tight jeans they aint never liked you
  Pink-ass polos with a fuckin backpack
  But everybody know you brought real rap back
  Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
  Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback
  Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin
  Monop in this bitch again, changed the climate
  Hop in this bitch to give Saint the garment
  Until the day I get struck by lightning
  I am a God
  So hurry up with my damn massage
  In a French-ass restaurant
  Hurry up with my damn croissants
  I am a God
  I am a God
  I am a God
  Ahh!
  Ahh!
  I just talked to Jesus
  He said, What up, Yeezus?
  I said, Shit—Im chillin
  Tryna stack these millions
  I know he the most high
  But I am a close high
  Mi casa, su casa
  Thats our cosa nostra
  I am a God
  I am a God
  I am a God
  Ahh!
  Ahh!
  Ahh!
  Ahh!
  Aint no way Im givin up, Im a God