Sacred God's (feat. Chase and King G5)

THIS THAT H TOWN LYRICAL SHIT UnKle CHET feat Chase and King G5 #SACREDGOD #G5ANDCHET #CHETANDG5 #LOE Hook Emienem bitch I'm the rap God Win against all odds Shit I might go catch me another charge Selling dope in the pod Hey don't fuck with me in not the one I'ma bust the gun When I see your face boi you better run Verse one Chet I got real hate living with to many enemies No clark Kent but I gotta secret identiy Not my cup of tea this life don't come with amenities Always holding in the trenches like I got a penalty Opening they mouth these snitches full of jealousy Stay trying to figure out how dodge ever felony's Blacking out the liberty like we in the 70s Dead man flying call me kennedy Push me to my limit but I got no extremities My mentally grew and evolved into a deity A father son or holy ghost never had those three No Trinity I never had a partner did it all alone Diagnosed With multiple personalitiy syndrome You gullible that's why I always end up in the end zone Cops not loveable they judging shit by a skin tone To many times they been wrong So I never ask a question Verse 2 Chase My allies always winning wars like a German surrender The Occupation B celling weed that's my permeant tenure Spits All these diseased rhymes in one take like a Germinal center Had to Libearalise my state like its twenty fourteen in Denver Look at the Statement from the bank see is virtual figures Can't see my balance cuz To many Digits So I Cop me a pigeon Seal it then hide it in the ceiling feds ain't even go near it Im On a mission no Christan be selling that Mary Like a Missionary pull the trigger make you talk to the holy spirit Taking care of ones I hold dearest They fearing I'm The nearest to a billion that you know This flow that you heareng To much talent Verse 3 G5 @44boitrell Hook He betta run I’m ready to wet shit well protected my niggas be mobbbin wit agression street mentality up ima second he don’t know about the crimes he a nusense he won’t do shit bullet rotate in his mind s consipalation is confusing niggas see me alll the time heard em talkin who u foolin grade fuckin upper class bitches who u school we movement I was balling I had gold up on my body like. Buddist I’ll leave yo bitch naked on the stripe she a nudist we got lines niggass please don’t waste my time nigga u diring nigga Pop his noodle top ramen nigga yea no bad reception I let ring on ya yea the rachet bitch attaches I let it cling on ya I’m not the one tryna body sum I’m like a shorty pump