[Pre-Hook: OG Caesar]
Look in the sky and I see a star
I’m just lookin at my reflection
She got a licence and a car
But she ain’t got no direction
Can’t be mine
No no no
My wife a diamond
Woah woah
I got a halo and some horns
I’m divine. God bless my soul
Woah woah
[Hook: OG Caesar]
All blessings on my killas
All blessings for the real real niggas
(x2)
[Verse 1: OG Caesar]
Thank God for the mess
I got a message
Don’t get stressed. I just flex
Yeah, I count my blessings
I never been the type of nigga not to put in effort
I’ve been grinding my ass off since an adolescent
That’s cause I know I got a purpose and a higher blessing
Back when we just had to push a little man you told me “eff it.”
Now you see me comin up
You wanna hop on the bandwagon
Learnt how to not give a fuck
Walk round with my pants saggin
Suit & Tie, Champagne; But I showed up high as fuck
Bad bitch, Strong woman
Look like she got a tummy tuck
Run from bad mind, don’t waste no time
I might pop you at the right time
Fuck a co-sign
Check the watch, bitch. It’s my time
They can cap bout it. But the winds gon knock your cap back
That’s a fact. Doubt it?
You gon get your head cut
Oh no it’s the feds. Fuck
Man they ain’t my friends
Fuck all of them
[Pre-Hook: OG Caesar]
[Hook: OG Caesar]
[Verse 2: Godmore]
Yeah I’m the one to pop
And the people know
I’m near the TOP
But I been below
Got passed the rock
Now we gotta go
Don’t ever flop
When I hit the show
And I been a bro
Stuck with the code
Yeah you have a girl
But she been my hoe
And the lines are cold
Like we doing snow
Bump a couple verses leave em comatosed
Yeah I’ve been that man
God damn
Flows like butter but you ain’t got jam
Y’all do trends while I stick on brand
Your girl blows me cause she been my fan
She been that Stan
And she throws that yam across the table
You can’t get a girl to be faithful
Not when she be a godmore angel
And we juke players like a running back
Confetti comin we gon run it back
Side stepping like a euro step I ball like harden but not stepping back
Under pressure but we never crack
In the end zone while you take a sack
You run in circles but we been on track
Got a sharpened pencil now I’m in attack
I’ve been around not making sound I was a nobody
Now we poppin round got a bigger crowd everybody talks about me
Me an Caesar man we making moves we burnin down the country
I gotta bigger plate I gotta lot at stake I gotta lot to make I’m hungry
I look in the sky and see a star