The God Lyrics - Dead Presidents 2 - Jae Millz

Established in New York City 

Girl you know where I met with 

I'm up early in the morning 

I got to get it, 

'Cause I got to get it 

Yeah, I got to get it. 

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Oh, I'm up early in the morning all these niggas sleeping 

Laid out, they're tired, they partied all weekend 

All my niggas hungry and all these niggas eating, 

So now I'm taking shit, fuck feeling we're competing, what up? 

Are you swagged out, watch when is Karl Bay 

Leave a real fowl stain on the bowl Maints, 

Niggas its presence balled down no arms huggin 

Approach me as the God which your palm's touching 

Niggas say I changed I say motherfuck em 

You call me a home record I say she never loved them 

A good blunt, good salad, thousand dollars in above it, 

Some bake city then give me a beat that I could fuck em, 

And then is really dinner time, nigga 

So it ain't just to make Forbes I'm on my genuine 

Nigga watch me doing Karl Louis to the finish line nigga, 

Stone wash product I'm a vintage line nigga, 

And I don't need no hook for the shit, 

But if I did put a hook on the shit 

And then probably go. 

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Bow down no arms hugging, 

Approach me with the God which your palm's touching. 

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Nowadays I get highs I wanna raise sleep hell slow 

I get flies I wanna I'm a uptown nigga till I die so when I 

I'm just cope something new to rejoy every summer, 

Hold up is father millzie church nigga, all prayers is due 

Our birth niggas 

A lot of niggas some of the hottest niggas, 

Most loved and hated for my style you must got it nigga 

One man but I'm too raw 

Push up on your bitch like my living room floor 

My little slime out here chief keefin with this boys 

And he'll let that hammer fly, eat your ass like dough 

I wanted control of the town so I kill the flocks 

My crew is not fucking around and I sing the But I just wanna say 

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Bow down no arms hugging, 

Approach me with the God which your palm's touching. 

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Rest in peace star real niggas 

You're riding to the N grip you ill nigga 

European luggage form my travels 

Hall through your hood like scavage 

Hall through your hood like compressed plints and capsules 

I'm like graffiti in bathrooms with bad fumes 

Scully with the link bars, corner store shit 

I'm on that Wu Tang and you want me, '94 shit 

Yea, shout out to my wash tights niggas 

Yea papi still got it, that's for life nigga 

Solid gold under the ice, nigga 

In front of the pizza shop, eatin a slice nigga 

You could get a autograph or your jaw smashed 

I drag you all over the road like a tour staff 

I'm on that vintage Versace, Chanelle shit 

I do my job and I do it well bitch 

Fuck Evil Knievil, I can lay a verse and post a tweet while I'm getting head and that's why the L lit 

Heavy whip flow, I make the scale flip 

My lines need to be on some pile shit 

(Interlude) 

When Millz speak the world darkens 

And fly shit I rock it like hard it 

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Lil nigga bow down, no arms huggin 

Approach me with the God which your palm's touching. 

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Amen. 

Father Millzie 

All praises due 

Established in New York Cuty 

Please, approach me with the God which your palm's touching.