The God

Shots fired
Pussy boys better duck
I'm just sitting here with this bottle steady getting drunk
Talking shit to myself bout to roll another blunt
Pull up at the pawn shop bout to cop another gun
Stop all that fronting and that bluffing with your lying ass
Catch yo ass on bergen put you in Beth Israel on Lyons Ave
This Is not game, not a contest, not a sport
I can do a walk down and put your thoughts all on your shorts
Pull your pants up you fucking clown
I know you know the origin
Probably up in prison getting fucked wearing that orange bitch
I got these niggas salty, no need for the cashews
Pull up like you tough I'll put these bullets in your tattoos
Never been on light skinned shit, I'm a dark nigga
Speak the words of God! I wanna see you if you got heart nigga
Damn you looking Sensitive
Your whole style is Sensitive
Every time you speak I be like damn this nigga Sensitive (BREATHE)
Your whole life's an accident bullets miss you and hit your kids
A soldier of Allah! I Never forget what the mission is
I pray with angels, demons disperse as I manifest
Merry Christmas I'll put these bullets inside Santa's chest
None of these guys style is original
It's pitiful
I'm the pinnacle
Smoking sitting while in my living room
Rhymes wild as mystical
I'm mystical
Khalif , I reach, for the sky like it's reaching back, uh, lyrical
Critical, conditions just
Look at our conditions
Stacked and piled on top of one another like Dirty dishes
Bitches, niggas, drugs, triggers
What's does it all trigger
Chemical imbalance, I'm balanced
My spirits Much bigger
White impala ripping through the streets
Who could it be
It's me, army fatigue, sipping slow smoking weed, Khalif, hoody up, what's goody cuz,? it's all G
If we got beef , don't call nobody, just call me
973,
474, 8281
My phone number still newark
Clumsy when I'm stepping you might see me spill corpses
You ain't a crip you a hypocrite a Muslim that sell pork MF