I am a god,

I am a god,

I am a god.

I am a god,

Hurry up with my [bad word] massage,

Hurry up with my [bad word] ménage,

Get the Porsche out the [bad word] garage.

I am a god,

Even though I'm a man of God,

My whole life in the hands of God,

So y'all better quit playin' with God.

Soon as they like you, make ‘em unlike you

‘Cause kissin' people [bad word] is so unlike you,

The only [bad word] to Michael,

So here's a few hatin' [bad word] niggas who'll fight you,

And here's a few snake [bad word] niggas to bite you,

And I don't even wanna hear ‘bout what niggas might do.

Old niggas mentally still in high school,

Since the tight jeans they never liked you,

Pink [bad word] polos with a [bad word]  backpack,

But everybody know you brought real rap back.

Nobody else had swag, man, we the Rat Pack,

Virgil Pyrex, Don snapback,

Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin'!

Monop' in this [bad word]  get a change of climate.

Hop in this [bad word] and get the same thing I'm in,

Until the day I get [bad word] by lightning.

I am a god

So hurry up with my [bad word] massage,

In a French [bad word] restaurant

Hurry up with my [bad word] croissants.

I am a god,

I am a god,

I am a god.

I just talked to Jesus,

He said, “What up, Yeezus?”

I said,  [bad word]  I'm chillin',

Tryin' to stack these millions”.

I know he the most high,

But I am a close high.

Mi casa, su casa,

That's that cosa nostra.

I am a god,

I am a god,

I am a god.

[Justin Vernon:]
Ain't no way I'm giving up. I'm a god.