| Welcome to God level |
| Your access has been granted |
| Huh, I pray for my enemies |
| Yeah, huh, Jesus name |
| Enough of that, alright Ars' |
| (Heatmakerz, crack music) |
| Uh, it’s GORRRRDO! |
| The fans want insurance |
| Long term, they wanna see endurance |
| For years I been hip-hop in it’s purest (Facts) |
| My city sometimes treat me like a tourist |
| I’m still a God, right? |
| Bars still hard, right? |
| Flow out of this world, skill still far, right? (Right) |
| Like I can’t bring back hard white |
| They tried to sign me, but the form look funny like Bill Cartwright |
| Uh, this is my Independence Day |
| I Will Smith whoever you send to play |
| Why I pen this way? I been this way |
| Serious like I been to Sway |
| You get goosebumps just thinkin' 'bout what I’m finna say |
| I mean that in my humblest way |
| I hung rappers, Godson’ll put ya head on display |
| Gunplay got the clip in the Ruger |
| Just in case you tryin' to trip like Aruba (Ha) |
| Jewels like Slick Rick the Ruler (What up?) |
| From a brick and a ruler, you can’t measure how I’m spittin' it to ya |
| I know (Say), screamin', «Fuck the cash!» |
| With Louie on 'til they cut ya ass |
| Tryin' to get fly for free, this ain’t no buddy pass (God level) |
| Streets is haters and jealous |
| And these rappers ain’t as great as they tell us, uh |
| With me you could differentiate |
| Threesome with ya wife and a homie, the friend she ate (Woo!) |
| Huh, I initiate impact |
| At these defensive lines like week 2 with ten sacks |
| Ya man rap, my flow strong and it’s scary |
| Don’t have ya boy photo bomb your obituary, God |
| Your access has been granted |
| Welcome to God level |