Dante Wolfe God Complex Lyrics

[Verse 1]
f*ck ya approval 'cause the ink will never dry
Paper burns up, this gold around my wrist will never die
I'd rather be a rich bum, than a hard working peasant
Spend my time counting blessings, while I'm repeating my lessons
Whether it be mistakes or the losses, this shit cost us
Gotta pay ya own way, no loans and then you boss up
At the end of the day it's all joke
I try to stay on the right side of it
It's never funny when you the butt
That's why these hoes bitter and these niggas still slide in it
I got people close to me I still fear lying
I got people too close to me I still fear trying
I got people real close to me I still fear dying
So I'm at the range weekly, practicing with the iron
Its a concrete jungle
It's vampires and lions, snakes is eating the rats
And the panthers just keep on dying
No white Jesus coming, ain't no Tarzan to fly in
Temper like a hair trigger, habit like an addict
Always drinking like a fish, still f*cking like a rabbit
Don't play theatre games with me, realism at its finest
These toads thinking these hoes can turn em into a highness
Like I said its a jungle I'm hunting all of my game And don't sleep at night no more, 'cause wolf is part of my name
Always takes a bad day just to jump start my brain
Ain't no stranger to the pain but I never dealt with shame

[Verse 2]
People think they be helpful by telling you to be careful
But really nigga that's like saying don't laugh
I never smile too much in public
'Cause these niggas ain't my buddies
See the devil in these honeys, man it's just a fat ass
You never had a lot of money
Bacon collar, shoes is muddy
Tell me how is you go take a chance you never had
Been at the bottom all my life, I got it all and lost it twice
Spent half of it on my wife, at least that's my future plan
I guess it's kind of odd to see a young black man with a dream
I guess it's kind of odd to see a young black man go achieve
I guess it's kind of odd to see a young a black man on wax
Go ten tracks without talking 'bout racks but talking 'bout traps
I ain't got no criteria except to be fair to ya
Show much love sometime I know that shit can get weird to ya
If you in my inner circle that's my halo
My thoughts make the day glow
And I ain't never moving when you say so