Fear Of God - CONWAY THE MACHINE, DeJ Loaf

Yeah, all praises due to the most high

Remain thankful and humble, that’s just some rules that I go by

It fucked me up, these people gave my nigga low profile

Told 'em that time like Kobe, first step, that shit gon' blow by

Used to bag the dope playin' Mos Black on Both Sides

Was in the streets, but I still provided the hoes to those guys

I’m just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source

Where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride

Givin' back, every nigga in my section live

Got two shooters that’s bustin' pipes like when pressure rise

Rappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side

'Til I see 'em in public, now the wanna contextualize

I heard niggas shot up your corner for a second time

Hit like two niggas, you pussy niggas have yet to slide

These verses is exercise, lately, I been feelin' like I’m the best alive

And it’s my first album, I just arrived

I heard niggas stealin' my lane, but we don’t spit it the same

They say it’s gettin' spooky, I hear niggas stealin' my slang

They tryna hang so they can get close to the book and just steal 'em a page

I don’t consider you gang, nigga

I told you on that song with Eminem, Bang

That I would pull up, let it ring, think shit is a game

GxFR, went and put that shit on my chain

'Cause long after I die, my niggas remain

Ayy, my nigga Hit-Boy did the production

Rollie my wrist and I bust it

Listen, we built the whole Griselda house with our hands, we did it from nothin'

I mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction

So fuck your top five if it ain’t me

Uh, I came a long way from May Street

Look what I became, God don’t make mistakes, see

I’m 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah

I’ll do a nigga bogus (Bogus)

I’ll leave a nigga knowin' (Knowin')

Fear of God I got on (Got on)

All the way at the top where it’s lonely (Lonely)

All my niggas paid (Paid)

We run it up and break bread (Break bread)

Can’t let you get to my head (My head)

I can’t let you get to my head

Rock out with my friends, yeah, my brothers with me

Cuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me

I grew up, most of my OGs dead

Keep an eye on, I can’t watch her OD, yeah

Real birds, watchin', watchin' me

You got big nerves plottin' on me, yeah

I don’t fear anything

I don’t feel anything, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Ooh, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah