Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Ashley Sorrell Album: Book of Ryan Song: God Speed Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Ashley Sorrell] (Ryan) Never would've made it Now I'm glad I made it out, made it out It's God speed It's Goooooood, yeahhhh It's God speed It's God, ahhhhhhhhhhhh [Royce Da 5'9"] Uh, this is just how I zone when Porter spaz I was born at a quarter-past I was the color purple, Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royal bag Now I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil The Lord is my Shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher The industry said I had to be an alcoholic who be havin threesomes Be doin acid and havin seizures Wish I can go back to my old school and slap the teachers All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features? I don't relate to common folk, they focus on the comments so I'ma go roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco Lo and behold, your honorable Niggaz is sheep, niggaz is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke So he can go, Geronimo, he should receive a trophy for bein the holy, Jesus of flows, he the +GOAT+, baaah That should be my, taaaag I'm from the streets where the odds are not even Robbery, thievin, ballers, debauchery, schemin Allah and Jesus, it's hard to believe I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden speakin, how targeted we been? Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in her DM's, shark in the deep end Put the paws on you, I'll soften your defense Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin Talk is cheap, the more you niggaz talk it, it cheapens And all I see is prayer, 'round the streets today I'm 'bout a freak away from havin Issa Rae, eatin out LisaRaye Any artist out that you see is great Tell him I said bring his ass, better bring his A, let his single play We don't care what you sing Hit you in the face with the butt of the gun, you leak and give your street credit a few streams Pop go the weasel nigga, Fiva Nina I'm the illest, you got pop culture fever nigga All I know is Big and 'Pac quotes, pop toast and squeezin triggers, speedin tickets Now I'm pullin cops over, give them niggaz season tickets Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus She turned me to a +Family Guy+ quicker than Peter Griffin I told myself when I was 14 that she the one Now a nigga probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters Ridin with nothin but raw quarter-packs and duffels Ryan writes heaters Y'all niggaz is cut like one of them "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" wife-beaters Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle If you're a hater let's do it, I'll whip you now and then whip on your boy later Them whippins'll go around like a tornado I get rid of more yayo, I don't do Rodeo Or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's So many men shoppin in women's section, it ain't no ladies left These niggaz crazy? Yes They playin crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep' I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80's met Bringin bars back to the street like Jay and Nas beef Broadcastin "Ether" in HD, at God speed