Rap Gods

Andre Nickatina -Rap Gods
Im still standin
This for the rap gods
I tried to earn wings but
I think I grew horns
And maybe thats why
Mcs rock me like porn
Flowin like the water
In the mississippi river
I suppose it grows in the
Hennessey sipper thank me
To do a show and we tryin to
Do a palace like a midnight jet
My soul roams off to dallas
Its somethin like cream
When we hustle on the scene
Other mcs and freaks
Wanna join the team
Dealers would fly
Ride the engines of pimps
The colors were candy
Coated incredible rims
And my dreams of what
People sayin dont get a job
I realize now it was all the rap gods
I slither through the streets
Like a boa constricter
On my car dashboard
Got the gangsta pictures
Sportin leather and energy
Could that be me
Smokin w**d listenin
To run DMC
My repute wass a rap child
Emotions of steel
Represent with no crew man
Your life is sealed
Add a twos of all kinds
With gun zippers in em
See notes dont last long
We cant wait to spin em
Oh cars and bars w**d
Greed and clothes
Maintain my women
Clown the rest of these hoes
Man my festive up braid
The truth of a rhyme
After restin on jeopardy
To my lifetime grind
Im like an angel thats high
Smokenw**d up in heaven
Were as crooked as reverends
B-ball playground legends
Triangle some say sinsanati
Bang goes stars fangle
Hand cold as chris krango
We break hearts
And crack rib praps
Take trips far
Shop at the gap
Ten by the rap gods
Shoot the git so I blessed it with
Some w**d bacon eggs and grits
I can block the sun
Like a solar-eclipse
My homie said he had a yaght
But I dont mess with ships
The freak said she hated d**e dealers
They clock they ends
I said which is why ur payin this rapper then
Nickatina Im something like simbad the sailor
Dress in red and black the true signs of a raider