Let Me Win

Ayo, I move how i wanna yeah
A little rough around the edge and shit
But i can be smooth when i gotta
Make this white tee look elegant
And they said the devil wears prada
Guess that mean im heaven sent
Step in with a hellish grin
Cause i'm more fresh then him
Excuse me as i settle in
God bout to let me win
What if i was born in body
In different place
As a different race
What if growing up i woulda chose different hobby
You woulda never heard a word that i had to say
What if my pops never met my mom
Or she played hard to get and just lead em on
What if the dj never threw that record on
In that bar for they first danced in each others arms
Shit i guess i will never know
All i know is their son bout change the globe
The smile on my face is incased by heavens glow
Cause worry dissipates when your faith is set in stone

I hear em' whisper my accomplishments
And scream all my faults thru a megaphone
Twitters characters, dissing me with characters
But when it comes to my character
Shit was never in question tho
What if when i was 17
I never dissed the biggest artist in the universe
Would he check for me, or even have respect me
Shit he probably wouldn't know me at all, damn
What if that club never let them get the weapons in
And i could talk to my best friend again
I been thru so much pain, grief, stress and sin
I swear it feels like God bout to let me win

I swear it feels like God bout to let me win
I think God might let me win
I swear it feels like God bout to let me win
I been thru so much pain, grief, stress and sin
I swear it feels like

What if took that wrong path down a dark road
Parked slow and got caught up in the streets
What if I never woulda took that cab home
Before they shot upthat party i coulda been deceased
What if my grand parents stayed in the middle east
And i was hearing bombs hittin as I'm tryna sleep
Or i was forced to fight war to find some peace
Throwing rocks at tanks tryna fire on me
Dang, the irony's cripplin
When u forced to see the world thru eyes of a victim
Yeah, I spent so many nights getting twisted
What if instead of a bad trip, i took me a bad hit
And that was it, what if i went out like Mac did
Which 6 friends woulda carried my casket
And which lawyer would they use handle my assets
And where would my girl have chose to scatter my ashes
Damn i think i little too deep
I think this weeds a little strong for me
I should prolly pour new drink
2 shots and that'll chase them demons off for me
I pray my dreams don't let em in
Nightmares got me dreading to go to bed again
I been thru so much pain, grief, stress and sin
I swear it feels like God bout to let me win
I swear it feels like God bout to let me win
I think God might let me win
I swear it feels like God bout to let me win
I been thru so much pain, grief, stress and sin
I swear it feels like