Elvy9th - Desciples (feat. Messivhs) Lyrics

And we kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples
And the lie that we live and we kill, my mind of a psycho
Welcome to my mind, writing the book of disciples I don't look up to no idols, talking the
Words of a psycho Living my life in no cycles, living no terror
Of bibles Sip on my water of high hopes, I am your god
Not your damn pope Oh my, you living in fright, I'm lurking with
Demons at night Where is your god, I am right here, I'm smelling
Your fear Look at your mama, I love how she tear, advance
With precaution, prepare for abduction Aim with the caution, f*ck the discussion
I might just give up my soul, look in my eyes, I control
Triple six number I hold, you know we're popping up
I'm in the city, we turnt up, no stopping us Goon with the gang, better run from the
Officer I stay so fresh that I need a photographer
Thoughts in my head got me feeling a bit crazy Feel like these demons been after me lately
Don't give a f*ck, let those niggas come take me
I'm still taking over, it's mine for the taking Ooh, yeah, all of my goons at the function
F*ck in a hole with the husband, can't tell me nothing
F*ck with the crew, get concussion, that is the end of discussion
All by my bands, I sell my soul if I can Shoot motherf*ckers like we in Afghan
I took a flight and I'm not gonna land Y'all f*cking around while we chasing these bands
And we kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples
And we kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples
And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho
And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho
We kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples
We kings and we gods and we dressed in the gold like we some disciples
And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho
And the lie that we give and we kill, mind of a psycho
Never know if it come to my soul Never sold if it come with a deal
I dunno with my chest full of smoke Got the chrome to my door
If I don't make it now, might as well let it blow
Give a f*ck what you feel I was made to appeal by the masses
My wrath got me feeling so godly F*ck up a beat with this heat
Catch a body on my Migos A hood in the street, catch him robbing
Disciples, disciples, you could hear them calling
They f*ck with my sleep so I'd rather be torn
And cop me a foreign My car and my bitch said I don't like them boring
The city be snoring, want that platinum and gold
And my jewelry so wet like it's pouring I don't smoke unless that shit bold
And they claiming they real, but they too scared to show it
Don't f*ck with too many, I don't f*ck with rodents
I'm a king, I'm a god I might tell you a lie with my hand on the bible
I'm feeling like Michael, man, I got his key I pray to the god, now we bless and we eat
I keep me the Glock when we play in the streets I rotate the top if you think it's shit sweet
Primal that dollar, my niggas gon' read Time off is really what I never see
King of the city is what I'mma be And I don't even know why they hating on me
I be gone on the top, infrared with the beam I done been in the field doing shit that you dream
Yeah, I hit it sick Got you walking with a limp
She know I'm a little pimp But I'm feeling like a god
Feed me grapes and lick my balls Really, I just want it all