God's Child

Gotta keep a level head
These niggas moving like the feds
I'm just tryna get some bread
Tryna keep the family fed
I ain't never scared
To take a risk
You know that shit hit uh
Grinding till I get rich uh
I'm worth a grip check the fit ya
Smoking on some doja now I'm too lit

And I talk like this cause I walk like this
Been shitting on them niggas and I know they so pissed
Wait till they see the wrist wait till they see the neck
Took off on these niggas I ain't even need a jet
Bird gang be the set
Me and Jay we split a check
Then made some more off that
When we aint have shit to give
Where the fuck was you at
I'm too blessed to be stressing
When I feel good I'm flexing
And these diamonds start dancing
I stick to the plan yeah
Do better than last year
I know when my times here
Everything will be so clear
Know it's a reason that I'm here
Know it's a reason that I'm here



Credits
Writer(s): Tara Britt
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