Duwap Kaine – Masterpiece From God Lyrics
Artist: Duwap Kaine
Song: Masterpiece From God
Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God
I’m my own shooter so you know I keep that rock
Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box
When I got these bands man, n#gg#s started actin’ odd
Smokin’ on green thing I’m smokin’ outside
I be with the gang b#tch, I be really with my squad
Puttin’ your trust in that b#tch, n#gg# you’re a retard
Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart
They be like “damn he make beats” I’m like yes I prod’
Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod
Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud
Swear to god this legit money, baby girl I ain’t doin’ no fraud
b#tch my gang be shootin’ sh#t, they don’t need tripods
Reminiscin’ about bein’ a kid when we was on the i-Pods
The way I’m doin’ this sh#t, it ain’t nun’ to me man
I’m doin’ what I want and you doin’ what you can
You know that you a b#tch if you even take that stand
I got bad things in the club, I got shooters on command
I’m a young black, rich n#gg#, I could make a hunnid’ grand
Your sound gon’ fall of quicker, I might have a hunnid’ plans
Dark liquor or white liquor, it don’t matter, it’s in my hand
She said “what the f#ck, you done turned into a alcoholic man”
I’m like, hell nah, I just get lit, I just do it cause’ I can
Lambo truck n#gg# not no Ram
This legal money I don’t scam
I’m up at five am, recordin’ nun’ but gems
I’m up at five am, tryna’ take out these stems
I’m hoppin’ in the ride but no I ain’t no pimp
No I ain’t no pimp, but no I ain’t no simp
Smokin’ dope that’s him
How could you be broke? Man you trim’
All of my n#gg#s, man all of my family, f#ck it [?]
n#gg#s love fake, woulda’ thought it was real
Eat of your plate, baby takin’ your meal
Speedin’ fast so I don’t got no chill
Got in a 360 windmill
Yall ain’t know dem’ lil kids
Pistol on me, yeah that lil’ reel
Hop in that whip for a thrill
b#tch you cannot tell me how to feel
Who was that n#gg# you f#ckin’, forreal?
You f#ckin’ these n#gg#s, oh that’s how you feel?
Choppa’ hittin’, where your Fortnite shield?
My nephew say that he want [?]
Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God
I’m my own shooter so you know I keep that rock
Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box
When I got these bands man, n#gg#s started actin’ odd
Smokin’ on green thing I’m smokin’ outside
I be with the gang b#tch, I be really with my squad
Puttin’ your trust in that b#tch, n#gg# you’re a retard
Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart
They be like “damn he make beats” I’m like yes I prod’
Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod
Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud
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From the album:
After The Storm [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021