God Knows
Due to my uh, new found clarity
I won't be sparing any nigga cuz I know they ain't sparing me
I rubber band every 2 thousand I like my money neat
I like all my bitches freaks, it really fits my niche
It's been a long road, I kept my convos brief
Niggas ain't have the Will til they joke about wifey having alopecia
I keep my gun on me
I was 17 years old when I caught my first charge it wasn't no misdemeanor
I remember my momma face she was on pins and needles
I know imma stubborn muthafucka but trust me I need you
I know we haven't spoke but ya son gone be big as the Beatles
And I'm sorry to my shawty I ain't had time to read you
My pen a bleed if I had one
I wish my grandma saw her grandson
I wish I wasn't always high out my damn mind
Cuz I been waiting on my damn time, ah yea I'm worth a ticket
I was willing to do fed time before I walk back in JC Pennys
I repeat myself like a broken record I belong in Guinness
I'd be Bezos if I had a dollar for every time they called me genius
I'd be homeless if I had a dollar for every time I let it go to my head
If I call a nigga my twin it's cuz we break even the bread
And if I wine and dine yo chick before we get to the car she giving me head
She amazed and I'm amazed too
That the smallest things turn you on like a wave pool
And I'll help you out but God knows I can't save you
Cuz my neighbors gone hate you, my walls not safe proof
Relax and let the high take you
Cuz God knows I can't, god knows I can't, god knows I can't
This ya soul's recognition of a real nigga
Don't fight it
I won't be sparing any nigga cuz I know they ain't sparing me
I rubber band every 2 thousand I like my money neat
I like all my bitches freaks, it really fits my niche
It's been a long road, I kept my convos brief
Niggas ain't have the Will til they joke about wifey having alopecia
I keep my gun on me
I was 17 years old when I caught my first charge it wasn't no misdemeanor
I remember my momma face she was on pins and needles
I know imma stubborn muthafucka but trust me I need you
I know we haven't spoke but ya son gone be big as the Beatles
And I'm sorry to my shawty I ain't had time to read you
My pen a bleed if I had one
I wish my grandma saw her grandson
I wish I wasn't always high out my damn mind
Cuz I been waiting on my damn time, ah yea I'm worth a ticket
I was willing to do fed time before I walk back in JC Pennys
I repeat myself like a broken record I belong in Guinness
I'd be Bezos if I had a dollar for every time they called me genius
I'd be homeless if I had a dollar for every time I let it go to my head
If I call a nigga my twin it's cuz we break even the bread
And if I wine and dine yo chick before we get to the car she giving me head
She amazed and I'm amazed too
That the smallest things turn you on like a wave pool
And I'll help you out but God knows I can't save you
Cuz my neighbors gone hate you, my walls not safe proof
Relax and let the high take you
Cuz God knows I can't, god knows I can't, god knows I can't
This ya soul's recognition of a real nigga
Don't fight it
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Writer(s): Smiff Davis
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