God Got Me
Lost my dawg lost my dawg I think that said it all
I got the call, it hit me hard like some fentanyl
But I know God got me
See I done been down on my dick
Niggas or these bitches ain't give me no fuck wit
Niggas know I started off on that fuck shit
Same nigga looking at me like I'm a lick, Ooo
I ain't never froze on no lick
Name clean I ain't never told on shit
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
Aww
I rather a nigga slap me in my face than stab me in my back
You coming around some bosses know that we don't play like that
Cause a nigga I thought was real taught me how to make cake
But I heard that boy told on a case
In these streets you ain't got nothing but ya face
Niggas sliming everyday same hood & hallway
Nigga grew up withcha still a shoot it out in broad day
But I know God got me
Lost my dawg lost my dawg I think that said it all
I got the call it hit me hard like some fentanyl
But I know God got me
It get so lonely when you tryna change
It seem like space help you realize how niggas change
Get around them bitches they be acting strange
Never speaking on it I just rearrange
Bought the Cartier I want it plain Jane
Even though I grew up listening to bling bling
Never competition we in the same lane
Don't get it fucked up bout you I'm going insane
I still don't trust nobody
And I got niggas who gone blow that 40
I just don't know what's wrong with me
Gotta move in silence can't show my motion these niggas strong arming me
Ima real nigga to the ones I love this shit here come with warranty
Trump let Kodak out but sat me down I ran it up in quarantine
Blew that hoe back out n passed her round that Lil hoe she was boring me
I don't trust no nigga or no bitch respect that shit accordingly
Bitch I ain't even make a M don't come round here recording me
Lost my dawg, lost my dawg I think that said it all
I got the call, it hit me hard like some fentanyl
But I know God got me
I got the call, it hit me hard like some fentanyl
But I know God got me
See I done been down on my dick
Niggas or these bitches ain't give me no fuck wit
Niggas know I started off on that fuck shit
Same nigga looking at me like I'm a lick, Ooo
I ain't never froze on no lick
Name clean I ain't never told on shit
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
Aww
I rather a nigga slap me in my face than stab me in my back
You coming around some bosses know that we don't play like that
Cause a nigga I thought was real taught me how to make cake
But I heard that boy told on a case
In these streets you ain't got nothing but ya face
Niggas sliming everyday same hood & hallway
Nigga grew up withcha still a shoot it out in broad day
But I know God got me
Lost my dawg lost my dawg I think that said it all
I got the call it hit me hard like some fentanyl
But I know God got me
It get so lonely when you tryna change
It seem like space help you realize how niggas change
Get around them bitches they be acting strange
Never speaking on it I just rearrange
Bought the Cartier I want it plain Jane
Even though I grew up listening to bling bling
Never competition we in the same lane
Don't get it fucked up bout you I'm going insane
I still don't trust nobody
And I got niggas who gone blow that 40
I just don't know what's wrong with me
Gotta move in silence can't show my motion these niggas strong arming me
Ima real nigga to the ones I love this shit here come with warranty
Trump let Kodak out but sat me down I ran it up in quarantine
Blew that hoe back out n passed her round that Lil hoe she was boring me
I don't trust no nigga or no bitch respect that shit accordingly
Bitch I ain't even make a M don't come round here recording me
Lost my dawg, lost my dawg I think that said it all
I got the call, it hit me hard like some fentanyl
But I know God got me
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Writer(s): Christopher Smalls
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