Chad Da Don, PDOT O - God Given Lyrics

Uh

Gradually spitting these flows I’m dope actually
Casually doing the most know my capacity
Factually better stop capping and start rapping B
Masterpiece I get the cash then I dash rapidly
Strategy this ain’t no dream this my reality
Tenacity God given spirit don’t do the blasphemy
Challenge me put you in your grave I do it happily
No games don’t ever throw shade cause you can’t manage me
Switching sides snitches who lie and they change manually
I’m automatic meaning that the flow come supernaturally
So if a snake try battle me tactically can’t rattlе me
They see me on thе gram now I’m popping they double tapping me
Man the wrist cold I froze that
Get dough then I blow that
Wrote dupe then smoked that
The streets cold I won’t go back
Had a lot of pain don’t show that
Lot to gain I won’t hold back
Got her pussy wet I soak that
I’ma take the pic and then post that
Hoe

Don’t you know you fucking with the flyest
I don’t like your raps I think I’m biased
Never hit a low we be the highest
And when she with me hit the high notes like Mariah

Prior to that I just inspire
Came back better than ever sharper than wire
All your homies tired call yourselves some riders
Fucking bunch of liars man y’all should all get fired
I call shots you copy take a look how far this shit got me
I was down but now she on top me
She ride it good call me papi
I step out the hood and I’m popping
Go hard can’t soften
Can’t stop this cause I’m bossing
She see the whip now she hop in
We popping yeah

Don’t you know you fucking with the flyest
I don’t like your raps I think I’m biased
Never hit a low we be the highest
And when she with me hit the high notes like Mariah

Cannot read up wisdom
You can read up knowledge
But you cannot read up wisdom
If any man like wisdom let him ask of God
Who gives liberally as He will as a greatly love (Yhii)

Gang gang is how we bust up in this motherfucker
I had your bitch ass in the air a hunnid numbers
Notice how we move is deeper than a hunnid dozen
I got a hunnid motherfuckers ready for whatever
Step to a don transform like a car chase
I gotta get money strong like Arab
They circle back on every song that’s the start rate
Look to the sky with binoculars and stargaze
No hate no wait
They could never hold me
Cocoa skin I’m the misguided like O V
Oh yay coke nose sniffing on that stove yay
Woah mate slow down this is Michael on a cold stage (Hah)

Don’t you know you fucking with the flyest
I don’t like your raps I think I’m biased
Never hit a low we be the highest
And when she with me hit the high notes like Mariah