THA GOD [Intro] Yeah... You heard the static. Now turn that shit up. Platinum! OHMYGOD ITS THA GOD!! [Hook] They call me tha God, I don't need no approval, I came from the bottom and turned it to fuel, Every time I spit, I'm improving the blueprint, Every bar got a purpose, every word got a movement. Tha God, tha God, yeah, I came for the throne, Built this shit from the dirt, now I'm claiming my own, They can talk all they want, I ain't changing my tone, If you thought I was finished, bitch, you clearly don't know. [Verse 1] I came with a pen and a head full of venom, A beat and a vision, I'm bending the rhythm, I'm sick with the syllables, different precision, I'm splitting the minimum, killing convention. I don't need gimmicks, I'm giving you lyricism, Every little syllable hitting with different intention, I can switch the position, then flip the entire composition, And still land the punchline directly inside of the pocket. I'm locked in, box him, knock out the logic, Top-tier, God-tier, talk with a conscience, Not here for applause, I'm here for the progress, I built my own lane, then I widened the process. They wanted a rapper, I gave them a problem, They wanted a product, I gave them an album, They wanted a sound, I gave them a thousand, Now every direction I turn is astounding. I been underestimated, overrated, hated, Celebrated, isolated, motivated, activated, Every phase that I made had a place in the transformation, Now I'm standing in the middle of the flames like— [Beat Switch] FUCK IT. I don't need a cosign. I don't need a guideline. I don't need your timeline. I'ma make mine. Every punchline lands like a landmine, Every damn rhyme got a damn spine, Every time I get inside of a mic, I turn a little bit of pressure into dynamite. [Hook] They call me tha God, I don't need no approval, I came from the bottom and turned it to fuel, Every time I spit, I'm improving the blueprint, Every bar got a purpose, every word got a movement. Tha God, tha God, yeah, I came for the throne, Built this shit from the dirt, now I'm claiming my own, They can talk all they want, I ain't changing my tone, If you thought I was finished, bitch, you clearly don't know. [Verse 2] Now watch me get technical, wrecking the decimals, Measured the syllables, breaking the barriers, Never been regular, pressure is pleasurable, Give me a beat and I'll turn it to something unbearable. I got a head full of hooks and a notebook of nightmares, A heart full of scars and a mouth full of warfare, I learned how to turn every loss into raw air, Then breathe it in deep and exhale it as art there. Rap? Yeah. Rock? Yeah. Melody? Yeah. Scream if I need it. I don't gotta choose. That's the whole fucking reason I named this shit NO GENRE. I'm not gonna stay in a box just because somebody built one around me. I spent too many years trying to prove I belong. Now? I'm building somewhere else. [Final Verse] I am the product of pressure and persistence, Pain in the past but the future is different, Every rejection became ammunition, Every mistake got absorbed in the system. I don't chase validation, I chase elevation, I don't need imitation, I need innovation, I'm taking the hatred and turning the vibration Into something that shakes every fucking foundation. So remember the name when they ask who did it, Remember the sound when they ask who invented, Remember the kid who was scared to be different, Now standing onstage with the whole world listening. Platinum! That's not just a name. That's a warning. That's a standard. That's a promise. OHMYGOD ITS THA GOD!! [Outro] Beat cuts. You wanted the best? ... You should've never let me believe I could become it.
