Testo God's Favorite - Cruch Calhoun feat. Dave East
Testo della canzone God's Favorite (Cruch Calhoun feat. Dave East), tratta dall'album Pre-Trial
Niggas looking at us sideways cause we major
Came up on a brick but he had to flush that when they raided
Belenciaga or Prada ain't none of my bitches basic
Love it or hate it, it don't even matter I'm God's favorite
Cameras help a nigga back out the driveway when I'm faded
Fuck the block, if you trynna bet it meet me in Vegas
I might be jaded but all of this paper make me feel amazing
Shots fired niggas get to falling like they running from Jason
She call me daddy but I'm not her dad
Ain't got my cash
on the backseat got a 9
Right in the trunk got a mask
Run it up fast
I never thought it would last
Used to be stuck on the ave
Trynna hit bitches that I never seen
Trynna drive cars that I never had
Grip in the ride
Hope that I don't get pulled over
I can't be sitting inside
Think it's impossible give it a try
4 1/2 turn a whip to a 9
I dun lost homies that's still on my mind
Some of em died
Some still alive
I'm trynna shine like the sun in the sky
Ain't nothin like me bitch I'm one of a kind
Jail calls we don't speak long
Cuz doin life told me keep goin
All white shells shirt Vlone
Ima lay low til the heat gone
Floor seats at the heat game
I just want the money I don't need fame
He walked 100 miles in these uptowns
Risk his whole life for a bust down
Niggas looking at us sideways cause we major
Came up on a brick but he had to flush that when they raided
Belenciaga or Prada ain't none of my bitches basic
Love it or hate it, it don't even matter I'm God's favorite
Cameras help a nigga back out the driveway when I'm faded
Fuck the block, if you trynna bet it meet me in Vegas
I might be jaded but all of this paper make me feel amazing
Shots fired niggas get to falling like they running from Jason
Plane land now I'm back home gotta Crip it close when I slide
Babymomma keep coming crazy gotta put that all to the side
5 hour flight I was thinkin bout money for the whole ride
2 hour Lyft I was thinkin bout money for the whole drive
Gotta ride with the real ones not the ones that's gon hide on you
Pay attention to the details so it's your fault if they slide one you
I can tell you cuz I been through it better cut me off when they lie to you
Same ones waving hi to you rather have your mother saying bye to you
I ain't playin hadda say it twice
Better cut them off if they lie to you
Truth hurts ima kill em with it
Money first Ain't no feelings in it
Stay ahead
I stay prepared
Even when I loss
I still was winning
Tell the truth and they get offended
If time is money I can't spend a minute
Nigga, wassup
Niggas looking at us sideways cause we major
Came up on a brick but he had to flush that when they raided
Belenciaga or Prada ain't none of my bitches basic
Love it or hate it, it don't even matter I'm God's favorite
Cameras help a nigga back out the driveway when I'm faded
Fuck the block, if you trynna bet it meet me in Vegas
I might be jaded but all of this paper make me feel amazing
Shots fired niggas get to falling like they running from Jason
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Writer(s): David Brewster, Jerae Tyri Prather
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