Fear Of God

[Chorus]
Goin’ to Hell again, I know that place like the back of my hand
I’ll never feel like me under this mess
Trapped in my head again, I know I’ll always be runnin’ in laps
I’m off this medicine, I’m in my element
I am a specimen made in the lab
I live on adrenaline, up late like Letterman
It ain’t no one that can fuck up my plans

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nobody rippin’ these verses on like me
I don’t feel alive but I feel like I’m dying
When I roll up with a bitch smokin’, I’m flyin’
Got this brand new weapon on me, wе stike you like lightning
The way I’m ballin’ on thеse rappers, I feel like I’m Kyrie
They don’t want a piece this nina, all pussy in my sea
All these youngins on be blowing, my diamonds is icy
Pourin’ syrup in the double cup, it look like high sea
She good with the knowledge, head game like college
She can’t believe all of these M’s I deposit
I bought her some burgers and she was astonished
I ain’t no regular, let’s just be honest

[Chorus]
Goin’ to Hell again, I know that place like the back of my hand
I’ll never feel like me under this mess
Trapped in my head again, I know I’ll always be runnin’ in laps
I’m off this medicine, I’m in my element
I am a specimen made in the lab
I live on adrenaline, up late like Letterman
It ain’t no one that can fuck up my plans

[Verse 2]
Don’t fuck with my autotune
But I am the goat with the autotune
Space jam elevens, no Looney Tunes
When I pull up, they go Looney Tunes
Swervin’ around in the newest coupe
Y’all cannot touch me, I’m bulletproof
I earned all my stripes, I done paid my dues
I know I’ma blow up, it’s overdue
I’m on a mission, ain’t losin’ my focus
They think it’s a miracle, no hocus focus
I put the rap game on alert, it’s unnoticed
When I’m on these beats, it’s too easy, I’m floatin’
I came up from nothin’, from roaches and Rolex
To G-Wagon trucks, I don’t lease ‘em, I own ‘em
This Draco won’t show mercy, I will unload it
It’s crazy how everything has in a moment
When I catch a body, they finna die lonely
I’ll have ‘em explorin’ the floor of the ocean
I’m sippin’ this potion, expect a patron home
I’m sellin’ this crack so these [?]

[Chorus]
Goin’ to Hell again, I know that place like the back of my hand
I’ll never feel like me under this mess
Trapped in my head again, I know I’ll always be runnin’ in laps
I’m off this medicine, I’m in my element
I am a specimen made in the lab
I live on adrenaline, up late like Letterman
It ain’t no one that can fuck up my plans

[Outro]
These rappers hire ghostwriters and nobody fuckin’ cares
When I make it, I’ma really be a self-made millionaire
Real recognises real, if you know, you know it’s rare
Call me rainzzz or DempseyRollBoy, either way, I’m in despair