Mandela Effect
[Intro: sample & Tha God Fahim]
You always makin' big, big plans for tomorrow. You wanna know why? 'Cause you always fuckin' up today. Look at what happened to that whi—
Yo, man, it's the God
Check it out! Fuck you
...if you don't like my shit, nigga, it's consequences to it, though
And that's word up, I been said that, nigga
Check it
[Verse 1]
The hood is like a ghost town
I smile, that's that shit that used to be funny
I'm caught in crocodile swamps with my boots muddy
Seein' obituaries of high school buddies
Niggas that fell victim 'cause they liked that money
You start to see more detectives when the scene is bloody
They used to front on the God when my jeans was bummy
Now my man got bodied last week
We was on the build and destroy, that's when the Gods meet
You better listen when the God speak
'Fore Smith & Wessons leave your DNA all on the concrete
Then make a great escape, I'm out to Palm Beach, yo
This shit is serious in life
I go in the booth and spit furious on mics
I'm the nicest, fuck the radio, what the hype is
I give a fuck what's hot and what's not, 'cause I'm righteous
I'm the man for the team, so stand clean
Or get killed for your prideful-ass self-esteem (Uh)
[Chorus]
I'm the man with the dream
The nature of life is you can manifest things
If you think about it, you can get through
And if you set a goal, what you say, you do
I'm the man with the dream
The nature of life is you can manifest things
If you think about it, you can get through
And if you set a goal, what you say, you do
[Verse 2]
Uh, what you say, you do
I got the Nike Air Max, but the bubblegum shoe
Fifty-shot TEC, so who the fuck is you?
Snap your fuckin' neck in front of your whole crew
Ayo, the God been strugglin', hustlin'
My nigga Heem had to start back pushin'
Don't make these niggas start bussin'
Or stab you 'til your motherfuckin' blood gushin'
Punk bastard, I'm on another level, incredible
Got me flexin' on these niggas with the stone in the bezel, too
And the shit you write is not credible
You edible, rap food, but small like cashew
I really should smash you
The Fire Lord Ozaii, strapped like Gohan
Blast your fuckin' body from your protons
Bitch, I'm a Fashion Rebel
Spit on you and smack you down to the lowest level
I rock high-tops when I'm the devil, low-tops never
Glock in the Fendi belt leather