[Verse 1: The VybeGod]
Cannot tag along cause you just dead weight
A nigga take the stand and he get scared straight
So many doubts but I just gotta keep faith
I'ma act broke but have M's in my safe
When you up a couple O's, you gon' have a bunch of hoes
They don't give a f*ck about you, they just tryna drop the clothes
Niggas out here tryna get close, tryna pick a roll
Everybody asking me for shit, tryna make me broke
I remember, I ain't have a shit ain't have a dime
That's what happen when you put in work full time
No matter about how tall the ladder is, you still climb
Pass me thе mic, that shit a hit, Barry Bonds
I can pick who come with me, that's my decision
If I don't choosе you, then it's good riddance
What them labels offering you
That's my damn business
Just know my family gon' be good, I'm a damn witness

[Chorus: The VybeGod]
My intuition is telling me he fake
My intuition is telling me that he might be snake
Ain't no bitching to live in this state
It's a long line to get in those heaven gates, oh
I wear shades, I don't want them to see my eyes
Cause all you gonna see is pain, I swear to God
They love my sound, yeah, they say that I'm the vybe
Everybody racing to the top, no finish line

[Verse 2: The VybeGod
Lately, I ain't on my lonely, I got God, he gon' save me
Mama, she gave birth to me, but God the one that made me
I was losing weight, that's cause I wasn't eating daily
I was grabbing weed and getting fried, I smoked it up
First time that I heard that I was ass, I froze up
Brody, he in beef, he never lack, he polled up
Long live my doggy, I wish he just rose up

[Verse 3: Skrilla]
I done lost my soul and got it back i'm cremated
You done sold your soul for a couple racks, gotta be patient
Naw for real
Brody sitting in the hole, he begging for appeal
I done hit the trap up in the cold, it made my feet numb
I got shooters all around me just in case I need them
We got choppers in the back, up in the trunk, don't be dumb
I think I'm getting too used to this life
I'm popping Perkys, popping Xannies, think about using ice
Oh my, hey mama, look how far your son done made it
My mama listen to my music, no, she hate it
That's my dog, I'm still gon' pick up even though he got a elbow
Tote the steel and push the whip like I got elbow
I know my daughter's hoping that they daddy make it
I remember I was kicking niggas doors I had to take it
Now all of a sudden, bitches wanna just get naked
I smell the money coming, I can smell the fragrance

[Chorus: The VybeGod]
My intuition is telling me he fake
My intuition is telling me that he might be snake
Ain't no bitching to live in this state
It's a long line to get in those heaven gates, oh
I wear shades, I don't want them to see my eyes
Cause all you gonna see is pain, I swear to God
They love my sound, yeah, they say that I'm the Vybe
Everybody racing to the top, no finish line