Feeling Like God* DC The Don

[Verse]
Told my bitch to roll up all of my weed
Now I'm high as fuck, lil’ bitch I'm hella faded
Lately, I wake up I'm feeling like God
Just pull up on me, don’t be contemplatin' it
Everywhere they startin' to feel it lately
Fourth quarter now you startin, baby now
In my head it feel like I done made it
In my soul it feel like I was done and breakin' down
Talkin shit under yo breath, why the fuck you ain't never just say it loud?
You got some shit on yo chest, I'm like "God, stop it, bitch you sayin loud" yeah
R.I.P to my brothers, my mofuckin' dawgs, they ain't make it out, yeah
Ooh, Knew we would make it out, yeah, ooh
Put all my dawgs in a mofuckin’ huddle, "We made it out"
Show [?] Colorado
She gavе me brain like this bitch was a scholar
NY, I like thirty bands, straight to my momma
I put my nеw bitches in Balenciaga
Kickin shit like I’m Mr. Miyagi (Woah)
Ooh, yeah, She wanted a coupe so I bought a new Rari
Swervin' too crazy, I crashed in the party
I bought her some Prada, she got me a choppa
(Got me a choppa [?])
Yeah, and bitch I’m The Don, better talk to me proper
I'm smokin Gelato, eyes low as a Mazda, yeah (Woah)
Bitch I got so many bad hoes-