God Speed (feat. Ashley Sorrell)

Ryan
 Never would have made it
 ... made it out
 It's god Speed
 It's god ...
 It's god Speed
 It's god ...
 Uh, this is just high zone when borders pass
 I was born at a quarter past, I was the color purple
 Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag
 I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions
 Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil
 The Lord as my shepard, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher
 The industry said I had to be an alcoholic
 When we having threesomes we doing acid and having seizures
 Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers
 All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features
 I don't relate to common folk,
 they focus on the comments so I'm gonna
 roll a Tesla Roadster down the coast of Monaco
 Low and behold, your honorable niggas is sheep
 Niggas is sleep, bout awoke as a dinosaur
 My connect'll give you a whole kilo of Coke so he can go Geronimo
 He should receive a trophy for being the holy Jesus of flows
 He the G.O.A.T., baaah, that should be my taaaag
 I'm from the streets where the odds are not even
 Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin'
 The lie of Jesus is hard to believe
 I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden
 Speaking, how target have we been?
 Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in the DMs, shark in the deep end
 Put the paws on you, I soften your defense
 Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin'
 Talk is cheap, the more you niggas talk and it cheapens
 And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today
 I'm about a freak away from having Issa Rea eating out Lisa Ray
 Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
 Better bring his A, let his single play
 We don't care what you sing,
 hit you in the face with the butt of the gun
 You leak and get your street cred and a few streams
 Pop go the weasal, nigga, Fiva Nina I'm the illest
 You got pop culture fever, nigga, all I know is Big and Pac quotes
 Pop totes and squeezing triggers
 Speeding tickets,
 now I'm pulling cops over, give them niggas season tickets
 Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the misses
 She turn me into a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin
 I told myself when I was 14 that she the one
 Now a nigga probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz
 Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters
 Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters
 Riding with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels
 Ryan Rice heaters, y'all niggas is cut like
 one them Get Rich or Die Tryin' wife-beaters
 Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle
 If you a hater, lets do it
 I whip you now and then whip on your boy later
 Them whippins'll go around like a tornado
 I get rid of more yayo, I don't do RoDayo
 Or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's
 So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no ladies left
 These niggas crazy, yes
 They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep
 I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80s met
 Bringing bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef
 Broadcasting Ether in HD, God Speed