Child of God

I like bad bitshies, that's my problem
I like the big bags, full of green papers
Drop up, show up its all a vibe
Roll that hoe, eat it like a wap
Standing next my grave
Feeling good fuck your side nigga
If being loyal is being stupid with ya
So if i fall for you i just gon pick my self up
If y'all niggas wanna burry me
This shit is hard man what do you mean
You know how to hustle that's how i've been
Hoez trying to be mean
Don't get wrong i've already seen
Weed coke and all this shit

Jesus chris, Am rollin' like a dice
Don't get me wrong, already muslim like montana and gates
Happiness for me such big waves
God loves me the streets too
Ain't got nothing but love for you
I got it let it go
God has already planned
I got my Own brand
I got my Own vibe
I already have it all
But who i really pray for

I pray for ma self, for ma fam, for ma dawgs
God what's wrong with me
What's wrong with me
What's wrong with me
God what's wrong with me
Am your child i trust you
I trust you
God am your child i trust you
I trust you I trust you



Credits
Writer(s): Young Yas
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