God's Gift
Squad
This for all my niggas
AMNG
Look
A word to all my niggas gone y'all was God's gift
Shit don't even feel real to me
All y'all should be here with me
Niggas showin' fake love
That shit don't appeal to me
How I lose my realest niggas the ones that would kill for me
Down to do a drill with me
Always showed they loyalty
All was from the dirt tryna prove that we worth royalty
Gangsta niggas morally
Real niggas more importantly
Y'all was 'posed to be here all my life feel like y'all shorted me
Cherish all that time spent but wish y'all could give more to me
All that spitting rhymes shit
Wish y'all could record with me
Hop inside this booth with me
Make this music move with me
Quintay let's go back to 2012 so you can hoop with me
Kash a week before you passed you told me it's crunch time
Let's go back to 2015 play spades at lunch time
When you passed I was tryna cope but had a rough time
And I still feel like God ain't give yall enough time
RIP Khalid if you ain't know that's where my name from
Hood legend in UP
Bitch that's where we came from
Was more than hurt when he died
It left a nigga brain dumb
Remember prayin' to Allah askin' why you take him
BIP Obed you called me pops but wasn't my son nigga
You died with yo hoopin' dreams now you hoop with the sun nigga
Save a spot for me and when I get there we can run nigga
Kells I'm stacking money on the side for yo bond nigga
RIP Anton nigga
Gotta throw them A's up
You went straight from hoopin' dreams and straight to lettin' thangs bust
Kept it real ain't change up
When we talk bout real niggas gotta bring yo name up
You to real for niggas to be lyin' on yo name bruh
Don't you ever lie and then say on his name bitch
He a real nigga say his name be on the same shit
Just cause he ain't here don't mean that you can't get changed bitch
You know how they rockin' for him TTS the gang bitch
They trained to score
Gotta let these bitches know
It's consequences for speaking down on niggas ain't here no more
Don't diss none my niggas cause we all been feelin' cold
Think you gettin money then you can pay for these funerals
RIP all my niggas in the sky man
Still think God ain't give y'all enough time
This for all my niggas
AMNG
Look
A word to all my niggas gone y'all was God's gift
Shit don't even feel real to me
All y'all should be here with me
Niggas showin' fake love
That shit don't appeal to me
How I lose my realest niggas the ones that would kill for me
Down to do a drill with me
Always showed they loyalty
All was from the dirt tryna prove that we worth royalty
Gangsta niggas morally
Real niggas more importantly
Y'all was 'posed to be here all my life feel like y'all shorted me
Cherish all that time spent but wish y'all could give more to me
All that spitting rhymes shit
Wish y'all could record with me
Hop inside this booth with me
Make this music move with me
Quintay let's go back to 2012 so you can hoop with me
Kash a week before you passed you told me it's crunch time
Let's go back to 2015 play spades at lunch time
When you passed I was tryna cope but had a rough time
And I still feel like God ain't give yall enough time
RIP Khalid if you ain't know that's where my name from
Hood legend in UP
Bitch that's where we came from
Was more than hurt when he died
It left a nigga brain dumb
Remember prayin' to Allah askin' why you take him
BIP Obed you called me pops but wasn't my son nigga
You died with yo hoopin' dreams now you hoop with the sun nigga
Save a spot for me and when I get there we can run nigga
Kells I'm stacking money on the side for yo bond nigga
RIP Anton nigga
Gotta throw them A's up
You went straight from hoopin' dreams and straight to lettin' thangs bust
Kept it real ain't change up
When we talk bout real niggas gotta bring yo name up
You to real for niggas to be lyin' on yo name bruh
Don't you ever lie and then say on his name bitch
He a real nigga say his name be on the same shit
Just cause he ain't here don't mean that you can't get changed bitch
You know how they rockin' for him TTS the gang bitch
They trained to score
Gotta let these bitches know
It's consequences for speaking down on niggas ain't here no more
Don't diss none my niggas cause we all been feelin' cold
Think you gettin money then you can pay for these funerals
RIP all my niggas in the sky man
Still think God ain't give y'all enough time
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Writer(s): Ahmad Morocco
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