Intro:
Uh
Definitely gonna be butter nahmean?
Itand's gone be butter nahmean?
Uh swerve on em uh yeah
Crack the mo here we go
Iand'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Son no doubt god itand's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga letand's (heesha!) uhh god bless
Verse 1:
Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya [blank] or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and i make it hot-ter
I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
Got the championships so iand'ma savour the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
Home-bred, i dead all the drama
Iand'm like the mystical funk technician
Itand's a sign of the times, guards on a mission
Chorus:
God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4)
Verse 2:
Have mercy!
Nowadays i got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop ainand't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the group
Iand'm solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip like a flip, and'96 kis
Chorus x 2
Matter fact take it to the bridge
Bridge:
God bless
God bless ya lover
*repeat*
Verse 3:
Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves
With them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldnand't hate me cos iand'm raw
(i thought you fell off kid!) you said that shit before
But you see miracles when youand're lyrical
Off some ll shit, chickens get hysterical
Cos i..... form like voltron
Letand's get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*)
Knock it off
I like your style but itand's a slight bit soft
Son, the ll rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
Itand'll cost you a fortune (what?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin
Chorus to fade
Outro: (*over chorus*)
Itand's all built for and'96 kid!
No diggity, *?rehaud?* lace me
Nahmean? lil chris in the house
Ol moms, big e and the fam
Yo son, whoand's next?