G-O-D
I don't know why God chose me
I don't know why God chose me
We taking off and y'all playing mane
I don't know why I be so fly
I rock cowhide they hate me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
I'm from the gutter the trenches
Full of shooters and chemists
Piffers be piffing sniffing before they go clear the business
This shit wicked way different
A make you come out your tennis for pennies
A bust ya ass just to say that they did it
Old heads send the young niggas on flunkie missions
If it was sweet like they claim shid they would've hit it
From where you go on a lick and some don't make it back
Ya mans snaked by his ace
Hole in his fitted cap it's really dat
These niggas cutthroat conniving
Sitting plotting on Podnuh's
Instead plotting on profits
No love in they heart they wilding
Most of the minors they mindless
This the day to day to struggle in my environment
I don't know why I be so fly
I rock cowhide they hate me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Smokers on every corner smell of crack and marijuana
Ain't brushed his teeth but brought a Budweiser from Tony
9 years old and he's a stoner
Feels his mama don't want him
So he starts to act out before long he's a goner
Daddy disappeared a long time ago
Regret created neglecting
Neglected created no hope
Which led to a dark soul
Watching mama smoke premos
Which later leads to rocks
She gets high beats him, he begs her to stop
When she does, She takes the bill money to restock he begs her to stop even threatens to call the cops
At this point she puts him out
He then turns to the block
This everyday in my section from the bottom to the top I just want it to stop
I don't know why I be so fly
I rock cowhide they hate me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
I don't know why God chose me
We taking off and y'all playing mane
I don't know why I be so fly
I rock cowhide they hate me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
I'm from the gutter the trenches
Full of shooters and chemists
Piffers be piffing sniffing before they go clear the business
This shit wicked way different
A make you come out your tennis for pennies
A bust ya ass just to say that they did it
Old heads send the young niggas on flunkie missions
If it was sweet like they claim shid they would've hit it
From where you go on a lick and some don't make it back
Ya mans snaked by his ace
Hole in his fitted cap it's really dat
These niggas cutthroat conniving
Sitting plotting on Podnuh's
Instead plotting on profits
No love in they heart they wilding
Most of the minors they mindless
This the day to day to struggle in my environment
I don't know why I be so fly
I rock cowhide they hate me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Smokers on every corner smell of crack and marijuana
Ain't brushed his teeth but brought a Budweiser from Tony
9 years old and he's a stoner
Feels his mama don't want him
So he starts to act out before long he's a goner
Daddy disappeared a long time ago
Regret created neglecting
Neglected created no hope
Which led to a dark soul
Watching mama smoke premos
Which later leads to rocks
She gets high beats him, he begs her to stop
When she does, She takes the bill money to restock he begs her to stop even threatens to call the cops
At this point she puts him out
He then turns to the block
This everyday in my section from the bottom to the top I just want it to stop
I don't know why I be so fly
I rock cowhide they hate me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Shoutout to G-O-D
God chose me
Body inked up T-shirt clean cut
I'm so street bruh but God chose me
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Writer(s): Joseph Shavers
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