God Talk Lyrics - The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty - Tyga

Stand back, god talk 

The watch cost 

First things first I pop, sling all the honeys 

Ain't it funny? Angel, I got devils wanting money 

Seems sacred but get nathin' 

My penetration is all revelations 

And my eyes only seeing basic, they foul flagrant 

Infatuated with the bracelets, diamond-cut player 

You fallacious, not complacent 

Competition, I'm your favourite, knock knock 

It's me, motherfucker, you're dead wrong 

Turning your doorknob, a heartthrob 

Never my title but you bitches getting robbed 

I rhyme and flip lines so far ahead of my time 

My punchlines is lemon lime 

I'm sour, nigga, sweeter than pine 

I'm God's gift like Christmas time 

The money Jewish but it's black on black crimes 

They box me in from time to time 

For a Rolex, is you willing to die? You willing to die, nigga? 

Oh shit, nigga, you a rich nigga? 

Does your wrist glitter? How much your car engine? 

I can tell you got six figures 

Figure you ain't no real nigga 

You don't struggle like real niggas 

Probably snitch on a real nigga 

Just to get you out of bed, nigga 

Well let's see, my god is your god 

If he got faith in me, go and pull the trigger 

And leave it be, nigga 

Russian roulette, let's make a bet 

100 on black, I'm back with a vengeance, the villain is vicious 

Heart of gold is relentless, book of Genesis 

Don't eat the apple, but you'd rather live ravish 

Street savvy, but not wealthy 

Good health, be blessed, tryna reach the heavens 

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One day as I pray, halo over me 

As I lay back, chick on my lap everyday, this god talk 

This god talk 

This god talk 

Let god talk 

Stand back lil nigga, let God talk 

Tryna follow Christ, but this club light super bright 

And they pay me cash every single night 

Taking models back to the crib 

I know you want my life, you don't want my life 

Couldn't handle what they write about you 

The Superman of height, you can get 'em high 

But how far is you willing to climb for your own shine? 

Blowing shine, papers let a nigga vibe, letting God talk 

I'm like when summer approach 

Niggas thinking they're good, but they're more TO 

I'm known coast to coast, you tryna play god 

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With the devil's robes 

It's only one god, boy, you far from close 

Been ready, change cars like winter coats 

Niggas bubblegum, Winterfresh, in they Easter clothes 

No lint on my Easter clothes 

Resurrect, the prophet spoke 

This god talk 

This god talk 

Let god talk 

And the Lord he told me find my way home 

And the Lord he told me find my way home 

And the Lord he told me make me home 

And the Lord he told me find my way home