S God - Fuego (Prod. Jerumy) Lyrics

Belligerent, intricate, motherf*cker be rippin' it
Spittin' lyrical syphilis 'cause I'm sick, ain't no curing this
I just hope that you're hearing this, I am not to be touched
Take my time to write it perfect 'cause it cannot be rushed
Put the pressure on these rappers and I turn 'em to dust
Give 'em a mic to speak they mind and I bet the gon hush
Candy coated paint on my car, it's deluxe
I told you money ain't a thing like I got bottomless funds
Shoes got the fire like it's made of the sun
It's way too late to try and stop it 'cause I've already won
I pulled up on 'em by surprise and now I'm second to none
They try to talk like I'm fallin' but this shit just begun
Claimin' that they hate me but I'm all they f*ckin' talk about
People used to brush me off, turned 'em into stalkers now
Why they be wanting to kill my dream, is it because I be running the scene
Started off alone, now I be runnin' with SMG

Who that, who that, runnin' with the new wave
S God, be real, other rappers too fake
Fresh to death, feelin' like Imma need a new grave
Heartattack, kill 'em all, don't be actin' too brave
Pretty as a bitch, cheekbones too cut
Motherf*cker talkin' crazy, gotta tell him to shut
Hair braided tight as my grip on her butt
My disciples like an army, don't be acting so tuff
Penthouse with a view, I be chillin' on the top floor
No one on this Earth that I'm ever gonna stop for
Work f*ckin' hard just so I can f*ckin' drop more
Cannot block the path 'cause I know you got a soft core
Just be simple and shit
Gotta dumb it down 'cause I know you simple lil bitch
I just made like half a mil', I be sinfully rich
Gotta use another phone, 'cause they listenin', shit