Zo - 1992

God's Talking

Yea oh
92Baby

God keeps on telling me
More then words he gave me everything I need to be a better me
God keeps on blessing me
Im eating good and I can feed my fam too cause he trust me with that recipe
These niggas always testing me
I lose my cool like a fool for little things that really shouldn't be stressing me
Thats some real shit
Some simple shit I gotta deal with Somebody gotta be feeling me
Thats what God keeps on telling me

Look at all i got and what I came from
Thank the lord for it
I aint grow up to make no music i was born for it
I was destined for greatness i used to battle in the basement my word play is amazing
I mastered all of the basics so Imma go for it
Running to this money they like go forest
Im tryna ride till somebody gotta sulfur us
The realist words I ever heard was less is more of us
Break through the window no one opened up the door for us
Small city of racine you no the Holy Caron
Been making plays since like 11 in these streets I'm LeBron
Im tryna get a house up on that lake and give that thang to my mom
Stash a million in the cut and break that down with my sons
Stash a million for Eliana shes a million and 1
This aint hopes and dreams I had to speak it into existence
A moment of silence for Karl

Just so you know I'll never forget ya Your still my nigga

God keeps on telling me
More then words he gave me everything I need to be a better me
God keeps on blessing me
Im eating good and I can feed my fam too cause he trust me with that recipe
These niggas always testing me
I lose my cool like a fool for little things that really shouldn't be stressing me
Thats some real shit
Some simple shit I gotta deal with Somebody gotta be feeling me
Thats what God keeps on telling me

Murda she wrote
Murder she
Murda she wrote
Screaming murda



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Writer(s): Lorenzo Rosario
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