I Am A God (feat. God)

Damn, here we go again Common passed on this beat I made it to a jam Now everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am I'll never be picture-perfect Beyonce' Be light as Albi or black as Chauncey Remember him from blackstreet He was as black as the street was I'll never be as laid back as this beat was I never could see why people'll reach a Fake-ass versad that they couldn't keep up Ya see how I creeped up? Ya see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah? I never rock a mink coat in a winter time like Killa Cam Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like Will.I.Am Let me know if you feel it man Cause everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again Everybody sayin' what's not for him Everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am And I'm back to tear it up Haters, start your engines I hear 'em gearin' up People talkin' so much shit about me at barbershops They forget to get their haircut Okay fair enough, the streets is flarin' up Cause they want gun-talk, or I don't wear enough Baggy clothes, Reebok's, or A-di-dos Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows So say goodbye to the N-double-A-C-P award Goodbye to the India Arie award They'd rather give me the nigga-please award But I'll just take the I-got-a-lot a-cheese award Damn, here we go again Everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am I know that people wouldn't usually rap this But I got the facts to back this Just last year, Chicago had over six hundred caskets Man, killin's some wack shit Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin' Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'? He got changed over his chains, a block off Ashlin I need to talk to somebody, pastor The church want time, so I can't afford to pay The slip on the door, cause I can't afford to stay My 15 seconds up, but I got more to say That's enough Mr. West, please no more today Damn, here we go again Everybody sayin' what's not for him Everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am