Lyrics Royce da 5'9"

Royce da 5'9"

God Speed

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 how I zone when Porter spaz, I was born at a quarter past

I was the color purple, Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag

Now I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions

Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil

The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher

The industry said I had to be an alcoholic

Who be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' 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 Testarossa down the coast of Monaco

Lo and behold, your honorable

Niggas is sheep, niggas is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur

My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo

He should receive a trophy for bein' 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'

Allah and Jesus, it's hard to believe I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden, speakin', how targeted we been?

Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in her 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 it, it cheapens

And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today

I'm about a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin' out LisaRaye

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 weasel, nigga, Fiva Nina, I'm the illest

You got pop culture fever, nigga

All I know is Big and Pac quotes, pop toast and squeezin' triggers, speedin' tickets

Now I'm pullin' cops over, give them niggas season tickets

Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus

She turned me to 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

Ridin' with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels

Ryan writes 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, let's 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 Rodeo

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 80's met

Bringin' bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef

Broadcastin' "Ether" in HD at God speed