2milli Lyrics - God Forgive Me - Soulja Boy

I always know one day, i would become the best rapper 

I just wanna thank all my fans 

I dedicate this to you 

2 milli. 

I did what I wanted, niggas did what they could 

A lion wouldn't cheat but a Tiger would 

I only keep real niggas in my stable 

A million dollar chain, I'm feeling like Gucci's label 

So icey I really don't care 

Haters green as a pool table and they twice as square 

Had to cut a couple bitches, them niggas need stitches 

I'm getting money out the tree y'all niggas getting switches 

Similar to Nas, I need a mic though 

Chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do 

They pass me the game like Tom Brady 

These rappers chances looking slim just like shady 

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Niggas locked behind my bars I'm taking out prisoners 

Sit back relax recieving my residual 

Think this song is dope shit wait til you see the visual 

Please brace yourself this shit about to get critical 

Let it be known I got rappers on my hit list 

I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas 

Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick 

I knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch 

Since day one man your boy been the truth 

Broke so many records like I'm in the glass booth 

Like I'm in the glass studio breaking out barriers 

Back on crime I was screaming out Ellen wood? area 

nigga I ain't scared of ya, never ever will be 

I'm screaming I'm the best till these rappers kill me 

Make the people feel me like the blind men do 

On your girl head so much like her favorite shampoo 

I'm traveling where I want, soulja's vacation 

My mind is so free, emancipation, proclamation 

I'm so hot, haters evaporating 

6 bitches on my dick I'm elimidating 

I'm high every friday just like smokey 

I'm spitting real shit, these niggas spitting Karaoke 

Hit stick with the flow just like Madden 

I'm so high on my carpet feeling like Alladin 

I spit hot flames bitch just like a dragon 

And my pants saggin 

Spell it backwards niggas 

Niggas get heated when they see the coupe on 

I don't give a fuck got my Pyrex suit on 

I'm a keep rapping til the fans hear the best of me 

I'm cooking up the game bitch yeah I got the recipe 

You ain't gotta like me just please respect it 

Hip hop is dead nigga let me resurrect it 

Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres, 

I'm a keep spitting til they crown me the best 

The rap games a mess, let me clean it up 

It's a pigsty they going ham give it up 

Photos 

Flying down the highway a million on the dashboard 

You can't start my car up unless you got the password 

I'm something like a prophecy spit so properly 

When my album drops watch how many rappers copy me 

Haters opinions are obsolete 

Don't make pop music so it ain't no pop in me 

And my brains a bitch where she at when I need her 

Ya pack nines, I pack nine kilometers 

Ya did'nt want beef why would ya start it 

Cameras flashing like you walking down the red carpet 

First you was nameless now I'm a make you famous 

Hit you with the stainless and leave your ass brainless