Mr. Mac La-la-la-la la la Bad Dream Mad Again I know that My god want Louis V My god has gold rings My god ain't mad at me My god like "do your thing" I never prayed my god I don't lie my god I don't fuck with them if they not on our side my god I don't care my god I don't sleep my god I don't need the extra people on my team my god Fuck all of my fake friends, my real ones are with me Left the fuck boys and broken hearts to get it in the city I hope they find each other, fall in love and then get married They'll be sipping on some Poppa, we pop bottle out in Paris My god, I swear to god don't miss me when I left 'em Fucking three bitches they dated, yeah, I call that "triple X" We popping bottles with model bitches We pop they pussy, they pop a question We ain't even looking at you suns without dark lenses I ain't popping Molly, I just hail Satan Real talk, Morgan Freeman I'm wasted in the houses of the holy I been smoking in the bathroom and pissing in the foyer Don't preach my god, it won't reach my heart I can see in the dark, I don't need these crosses I swear to god that I'll stop when you say when Three sixes is my number one, add 'em up, Satan If I wanted to stay, if I wanted to go If I never decide, you already know My god is with me, my god is with me If I wanted to fight, if I wanted to fall If I couldn't decide, I been through it all My god been with me, my god been with me I'm here my god, you're near my god I-I d-don't f-fear my god I'm real my god, I feel my god I-I s-swear I'll kill my god I dream my god, I've seen my god I-I w-won't s-sleep my god I'll sell my god, I'll buy my god I'll go to hell and say "Hi, my god" My god want Louis V My god has gold rings My god ain't mad at me My god like do your thing I never prayed my god I don't lie my god I don't fuck with them if they not on our side my god I don't care my god I don't sleep my god I don't need the extra people on my team my god Uh, two doors on my future ride Both of them suicide So those bitches won't go to heaven But I'll take them to some places in LA and England I don't want a Jesus piece, I want a Satan's chain Some angel food cake and some deviled eggs Baptism from an Absinthe bottle Drop some ice in that bitch, call it holy water R-r-r-r-rolling dice in the game room F-f-ff-f-fuck in the champagne room Silver spoons and gold dishes Orange diamonds, goldfishes I am my own god, y'all pray to me you'll see I am my own god cause I believe in me I believe in me (I believe in me) If I wanted to stay, if I wanted to go If I never decide, you already know My god is with me, my god is with me If I wanted to fight, if I wanted to fall If I couldn't decide, I been through it all My god been with me, my god been with me I'm here my god, you're near my god I-I d-don't f-fear my god I'm real my god, I feel my god I-I s-swear I'll kill my god I dream my god, I've seen my god I-I w-won't s-sleep my god I'll sell my god, I'll buy my god I'll go to hell and say "Hi, my god" They call me bold, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with Some men just wanna watch the world burn I'm here my god, you're near my god I-I d-don't f-fear my god I'm real my god, I feel my god I-I s-swear I'll kill my god I dream my god, I've seen my god I-I w-won't s-sleep my god I'll sell my god, I'll buy my god I'll go to hell and say "Hi, my god"