Closer To God by Ryan Skid Lyrics
Don't wanna hear no more sucker shit
Ever
[Verse 1]:
Uh, it's the Gospel if I wrote it (woah)
They don't hate you when you great just when you know it (when you know it)
Yeah yeah I don't care I show it (I do I do)
They hate mo', I pour moet
He's from West Virginia how's he this nice (goddamn)
Closest thing on Earth to Jesus Christ hol' up (hol' up hol' up hol' up)
Mahi on my rice
Tryna make my money add so I never take advice
If you don't think I'm the greatest take a look 'round and get back to me
Make a check bring it back with me to my high school and go take shots with the faculty (goddamn goddamn)
Wake up bust my ass and you know I go stunt hard
You chase hoes hit the club you sleep late hate your job
You need to level way up if I'm bein honest
None of y'all is fuckin' with the Angel Boy I promise
Got my day 1's with me they all know I got us
I'm a young prophet so tell me where's my profits huh?
[Chorus]
Gotta love me now oh you gotta love me now
You gotta realize that I'm the golden child
Rent, taxes, and a job girl I know life is hard
But when she stand next to me she feel closer to God
Yeah I know
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2]:
I'm the best to ever do this ain't no question
When he see me look like he got indigestion (bleh)
Went on my own I ain't take suggestion
Raised the bar, now watch me flexin' (huah huah)
All these new rappers is wastes of life and wastes of time
Fake followers online aye, watch I'll spit they lines aye
Damn my bitch so fine aye, got a watch it tell time aye
What if I rap like that? Hol' up, am I famous yet?
Yap, all you pussies sound pathetic
Drop 100 brainless songs and they all call that good work ethic
But I'm the shit out the septic so I don't give a fuck 'bout no skeptic
Mumble rappers cashin' I'm goin' hungry and I won't accept it
You ain't in my way fuck what they say might hear you today you ain't goin far
You got no fans you flash in a pan don't listen to stans won't see you tomorrow
Fake auto tune singer, fake drug slinger, fake gold chain blinger
I got more talent in my little finger than any modern rap star
Bitch
[Chorus]
Gotta love me now oh you gotta love me now
You gotta realize that I'm the golden child
Rent, taxes, and a job girl I know life is hard
But when she stand next to me she feel closer to God
Yeah I know
Yeah I know
I do
Yeah
Angel Boy
Ever
[Verse 1]:
Uh, it's the Gospel if I wrote it (woah)
They don't hate you when you great just when you know it (when you know it)
Yeah yeah I don't care I show it (I do I do)
They hate mo', I pour moet
He's from West Virginia how's he this nice (goddamn)
Closest thing on Earth to Jesus Christ hol' up (hol' up hol' up hol' up)
Mahi on my rice
Tryna make my money add so I never take advice
If you don't think I'm the greatest take a look 'round and get back to me
Make a check bring it back with me to my high school and go take shots with the faculty (goddamn goddamn)
Wake up bust my ass and you know I go stunt hard
You chase hoes hit the club you sleep late hate your job
You need to level way up if I'm bein honest
None of y'all is fuckin' with the Angel Boy I promise
Got my day 1's with me they all know I got us
I'm a young prophet so tell me where's my profits huh?
[Chorus]
Gotta love me now oh you gotta love me now
You gotta realize that I'm the golden child
Rent, taxes, and a job girl I know life is hard
But when she stand next to me she feel closer to God
Yeah I know
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2]:
I'm the best to ever do this ain't no question
When he see me look like he got indigestion (bleh)
Went on my own I ain't take suggestion
Raised the bar, now watch me flexin' (huah huah)
All these new rappers is wastes of life and wastes of time
Fake followers online aye, watch I'll spit they lines aye
Damn my bitch so fine aye, got a watch it tell time aye
What if I rap like that? Hol' up, am I famous yet?
Yap, all you pussies sound pathetic
Drop 100 brainless songs and they all call that good work ethic
But I'm the shit out the septic so I don't give a fuck 'bout no skeptic
Mumble rappers cashin' I'm goin' hungry and I won't accept it
You ain't in my way fuck what they say might hear you today you ain't goin far
You got no fans you flash in a pan don't listen to stans won't see you tomorrow
Fake auto tune singer, fake drug slinger, fake gold chain blinger
I got more talent in my little finger than any modern rap star
Bitch
[Chorus]
Gotta love me now oh you gotta love me now
You gotta realize that I'm the golden child
Rent, taxes, and a job girl I know life is hard
But when she stand next to me she feel closer to God
Yeah I know
Yeah I know
I do
Yeah
Angel Boy