Uh, Ayo, Ayo
Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know
Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos
Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul
And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold
But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes
I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone
But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows

Uh, it seems like all they hear is static
Rapping be my habit that’s inspired by the classics
Word to Illmatic
Word to Outkast
If you walk a mile in my shoes, you’re one-eighth B-Rabbit

I’m spitting like it’s magic, how’d it happen? I don’t know
White boy the illest for miles with heightened flow
5’10 alive but 9-5 on the rhymes
Matter of fact, some nights I be writing ‘till it’s 5, o’clock in the morning
But flowing’s never boring
I’m pouring every important thought my mind be forming onto the page
Smoother than orange juice that’s made with no pulp
My competition takes some big gulps, no 7/11
I wrote this verse in 1 session
Ain’t got time for digestion
Right now my hunger is pressing
Cuz I’m loading my clip and every bullet is destined
Bitch I’m talking ‘bout my verses, ain’t no Smith and no Wesson
Now wassup?

Uh, Ayo, Ayo
Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know
Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos
Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul
And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold
But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes
I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone
But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows
Uh
Only God knows

Yeah
Cuz only God knows
Uh
Only God knows

Uh yeah now only God knows, that explains why I still remember
Haters tryna send me letters, I’m returning to sender
My agenda ain’t got the time for such effortless efforts
And lately I ain’t got no mind for such measureless measures
Cuz I been kicking this old school
Y’all been tripping off toadstools
Sleeping on me like the cold flu
Probably most do
I done rose two levels with these instrumentals that I wrote too
Uh
I’m just sending a message
My rivals are simply a checklist
Of who I’m finna pass up next bitch
A single verse of mine is more divine than your entire setlist
Smithing up my craft got me feeling like the Fresh Prince
Breath mints are nothing to the freshness of my rhymes
Got excess supply in mind, cuz I’m destined to provide
Invested my life story
No questions arise for me cuz I’m undisputed
I’m suited but the cheque arrives slowly still

Uh, Ayo, Ayo
Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know
Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos
Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul
And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold
But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes
I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone
But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows
Uh
Only God knows

The plot grows, protagonist spot chosen for me
Derozan’s score sheet on my own beats
Only L.O.G. I’m never lonely
Holy melodies I’m writing slowly
Roll the rollies and blow trees, then I get cooking up like roast beef
My rhymes is the groceries
Designed a whole feast
Michelin star tracks, sat in fine upholstery lined with gold seams

When I rhyme, check the balance cuz I’m on another level
My pencil never settles cuz I be writing from my mental, uh
Vision central, raising my potential
Then turn that shit kinetic and let it be monumental, uh

Cuz only god knows
Uh
Only god knows
Uh
Cuz only god knows
Uh
Only god knows