God's Gift

Lyrics

[Intro] (Aheee, ahee-iya-iya-iya-eee-e) (Aheee-e) (Aheee-e-e) (Yeee-hee, Ahee-e-e) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Aheee-ahe-e) (Aheee-e-e) Up up and away, hey, do you trust me? Would you love me, then it must be [Verse 1: J. Cole] Worldwide stunner, oh, man, I'ma Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder Grab an umbrella, bitch, and go stand under And bundle up, it's gon' be a cold ass summer Uh, you niggas so last summer On to the new, on-on to the new shit Jigga wouldn't even take my CD when he seen me Two years later, bitch, we made it on, on to the Blueprint Now how's that for persistence? Cole World comin', call back up assistance Same broads used to hang up on my walls Now they come up out their drawers, how's that for a mistress? Hell bent, heaven sent, Lord I repent if I ever sinned Now I know I ain't the richest, but I still wanna ball Put money over bitches, but we still underdogs [Chorus] Did you miss me? No I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me (With me, with me)? Up, up and away (And away, and away) Hey, do you trust me (Trust me, trust me)? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me (Love me, love me)? Then it must be (Must be, must be) a match made in heaven (Heaven, heaven) (Wake up, wake up, wake up) God's Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) God's Gift, (Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up) God's Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) Mothafucker this is God's gift [Verse 2: J. Cole] Pussy my passion Man, I just can't help it, I see a cookie, I grab one Lookin' for some nookie, I'm tryna scoop me a bad one Every verse I spit, it just like it could be my last one Ever since I got on I've been on a mission to fuck the bitches I missed out on Ex-cheerleader, hollerin', "What's up?" Now her nigga beat her, damn, that's fucked up What type of little fuck boy hit a Woman, bet he wouldn't put his hands on a nigga Ha, I ain't bitter, boy, that's all you Ha, plus I just fucked her 'fore she called you Ha, dry your eyes, baby, I'll drive you home Older hoes saying, "My how you've grown" I came up, fucked the game up Show my momma I'll survive on my own [Chorus] Did you miss me? I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me (With me, with me)? Up, up and away (And away, and away) Hey, do you trust me (Trust me, trust me)? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me (Love me, love me)? Then it must be (Must be, must be) a match made in heaven (Heaven, heaven) (Wake up, wake up, wake up) God's Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) God's Gift, (Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up) God's Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) Mothafucker this is God's gift