[Chorus]
I am that I am that I am
I'm the God, put the bands in my hand
Hit the checkered field land in the land
You ain't gang, you a fan of the fans
I am that I am that I am
I'm the God, put the bands in my hand
Hit the checkered field land in the land (Ayy)
You ain't gang, you a fan of the fans

[Verse]
I rhyme like the n***a that invented the concept
Fuck you, pay me, that's the winnin', it's mindset
Swagger rappers in my bracket really ain't fine yet
They tryna block my ballin' like a Wimbledon bomb threat
Smooth ass n***a, two Os and two of these
Seen everything, still I never seen two mes
I'm a salad bar, nothing but herbs and blue cheese
I've been stuntin' in New Orleans, I'm feelin' like Drew Brees
If I never could do it, then it can't be done
Know a enough ho n***as, I just can't be one
I ain't never had a problem that could make me run
With all this money floatin' 'round, I gotta make me some
Told my partner if you ridin', then I'm ridin', in fact
I ain't trippin', if you know the way, I’m ridin’ in back
Had to get it out the mud, I ain't fuckin' with subpar
My hood n***as hoppin' out the womb with a gun charge
We ordinary people, and it seem to be odd
My human triangles helped me figure what it mean to be God
Water walkin', wrist flickin', made in the image, ho
So I thought I told 'em, they be actin' like they didn't know
Bag dippin', trick or treat, just pick a beat, I'll fuck it up
I've been livin' good, my trajectory just up enough
In the home of the niji, yeah, the land of the brave
Picture God takin' orders from a man in the caves
But see
[Chorus]
I am that I am that I am
I'm the God, put the bands in my hand
Hit the checkered field land in the land
You ain't a gang, you a fan of the fans
I am that I am that I am
I'm the God, put the bands in my hand
Hit the checkered field land in the land
You ain't gang, you a fan of the fans

[Outro]
How y'all feel out there?