DJ Shay and Grafh - God Must Love Me

Intro (Grafh)

Yeah
This that feeling I was looking for
Word
Uh

Verse 1 (Grafh)

I can talk about flossin' over and over
While I'm waiting to complain about over exposures
For now, me and the devil shoulder to shoulder
My ex girl is working voodoo all over my poster
So fly, care free, stuntin' on these niggas how dare he
But inside he hurting, dying, flawed
I wear designer shirts to cover up the scars
That's why he's a womanizer, coming up with broads
Try and hide em from each other, try and cover up the bras
Can't break even, coming up with odds
Struggle money coming up is odd
To get your money up
It's a blessing I'm like hurry up God
You got me in the club frontin' like fuck it imma star
Imma pose for this flic god damnit
With insecurities, my ego is this gigantic, wow
They say nothing promised, so I panic
Don't I walk around like it's my planet, while mild mannered
While I handed it all to god
While I'm by standing on the side, tryna fly by stranded

Hook (Grafh)

God must love me
Uh, yeah
God must love me ya'll
Yeah yeah
God must love me ya'll
Yeah yeah
God must love me
And all these crimes baby
Amen amen amen
God must love me ya'll
Yeah yeah
God must love me ya'll
Yea yeah
Uh
Talk to me

Verse 2 (Grafh)

They say that boy style flossy ain't it
But does he still struggle with his mortgage payments
What he supposed to do when he can't afford to pay it
And I've been more than patient, look how long I've waited
Luck is a lady, fornicating, doing more than dating
She starting altercations at the wrong occasions
I born and raised on the corner
Then I got lost in the matrix of a crime boss organization
So in the music industry, shit, I left em all in amazement
At radio I brought a hundred killas all to the station
I scared em, but God never let me fall on the pavement
My son is incredible and my daughters amazing
I fought from the basement, as a renegade
I rise and put a pedestal on a center stage
Dope boy, that made lemons out of lemonade
Still in your daughter's magazine on the center page
It's crazy, I saw a black cloud, that's real weather
So I wear this big chain it make me feel better
I think random thoughts like are your titties real heifer
And will I ever feel how the top feel ever
I don't need a psychic reading me the tarot telling me that I'm a Pharaoh
A Phoenix when I battle for my freedom in the gravel
Speeding when I travel, when I'm crucifying myself bleeding from an arrow
Cause I still buy bigger chains, more ignant
I had an orgy, still looking for more bitches
I bought some new clothes, still looking for more stitches
Excuse me I'm busy posing for more pictures, cheese
Don't matter about the work you do
Still got more than a lot more work to do
Ay god, the last time I heard from you
Was the last time I asked for blessings I don't really deserve from you
Thank you
Uh
Ay

Written by:
Demetrius Robinson, Philip Bernard

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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