PSA

Phil Connors: I'm a God

Rita: You're God?

Phil: I'm a God, I'm not thee God. I don't think

Phil: Because you survived a car wreck?

Waitress: You folks ready to order?

Phil: I didn't just survive a wreck, I wasn't just blown up yesterday. I had been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted and burned

Rita: Oh really?

Phil: Every morning, I wake up without a scratch on me, without a dent in the fender. I am an immortal

They can't get over my bars, they like an obstacle

I give 'em to you in bulk, you know how Costco do

Shit, I came from Uncle Sam's club, I know about landmines

And why I am blowing up... because these niggas keep stepping

And it ain't in the name of love, see Dell B

Shooting at the clouds if they know your dreams above average

And you in the pursuit of happiness, they don't want you to be Big Willy

Singing Welcome to Miami down at Wet Willy's, haters need some TLC

Uh, uh, no Chili, ain't no love in the heart of the city

They showed us Chilly and uh, Gucci Mane say burr

And I have to concur with Mister LaFleur

With all this country shit they talking, I had to get on my grind

I ain't have an option, career moving fast like an auction

One million, two million, three million, okay

Nigga sold his soul for a dollar and a dream

The dollar's gone but the dream moving full steam

Talking Amtrak, went on a trip and back, Gone was gone

But Atlantic still profit from that so they put my life on the line

So I took my pen and pad and made a whole another design

But I can't get my A&R on the line 'cause the other rapper he signed

Started getting some shine like Shyne in '01 before he loaded up his gun

And I applaud him, phenomenal as I hide behind this tip like a Navajo

Listening to Outkast themes, wondering if my dreams belong on the big screen

'Cause in the big scheme, they're just a little thing so fuck famous

Let's get legendary so all our mamas and sisters ain't secretaries

'Cause as of now, it look hereditary