Lyrical God (Prod. Syndrome) Video (MV)

One young rapper did a crime
That made history
A crime that he will never regret

I did a crime that I murdered all of this rappers
Yeah I feel it in my blood
And they said that I never could
Spit it or do it how i should
Take a step back Cuz I'm the greatest
There ain't nobody like me that Is the bravest
Young to the rap game I'm latest
Yah can't f*ck with this
You can't f*ck with the realis
F*ck all of this fake nigga's
I'm just going in a pace
Cuz I have a dream to chase
I f*ck with this in my place
Ama give you all a taste
Of how much all you rappers are just waste

Yeah let me
Yeah let me
Yeah let me come up again
Yeah let me spit it again
They don't know where I've been
Yeah all of that and I made it
But i Still have a lot of haters but I just evade it and
They tryna tell me witch rapper I can be related
I tell that I'm better and those rappers
That are overrated
And i really thought that I faded
I thought I never escalated
But now I feel motivated
I'm just myself f*ck what everybody commented
I never thought I can say it like that
Or that I can spit it like this
I focus on the target like I'll never miss
Or can I make it with this
Yeah I'm that nigga that's f*ckin your wife
I'm the one that's going to f*ck up your life
Watch these rappers careers just die
Bitch you better stop
I make your album sound like kids bop
Ain't nobody gonna reach me from the top
All of you nigga's say your rappers
Your all garbage like my candy wrapper
You get tossed easily in the bin
All of you think this shit is a sin
Yeah they pretending that they are star
Wait up because in this shit it's just war
Yeah I'm the lyrical god
With miracle thoughts
And forever i fought
I've never been taught
The new hip hop is what I brought
May seven be ready for it to drop

Motherf*ckers have alot of hate
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
And I will spit it till I get to the top
I have a lot of rappers tryna see drop
They tryna see me at the ground and just rot
What a Mother f*cking dark plot
I Just let my words be the shots

Yeah I spit it like murder weapon
I will end your career and your fans will never know what happened
Yeah I'm the young god
The one that stands to the mic
And teaches all of this rappers how to say it right
I'll admit it that I thought I really never did it
And I... shit I never really said I made it
Let me confiscated
As I never faded
When I made it
I thought I never really make it
Naw let me bake it
Got the cash let me take it
I feel motivated
Like if I hit 2 birds with one stone
Im innovate
Wait let me rewind
No time
Gotta grind
Gotta show them how to shine
Gotta show this niggas how to Flow with the vibe
I'm chilling outside
I got Cash on my side
Gotta do it with pride

Motherf*ckers have alot of hate
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
They tryna get up in my spot yeah
And I will spit it till I get to the top
I have a lot of rappers tryna see drop
They tryna see me at the ground and just rot
What a Mother f*cking dark plot
I Just let my words be the shots

They say I'm rich and I can retire if you ever knew
Well I'm sick and tired of you
You do not know what u do
Yall be talking like if u knew
You Motherf*ckers have no clue
I'm working hard like any kind of poor nigga thats tryna get a pair of shoe
So quit tryna get on my spot
Cuz I'm the lyrical god