God’s Favourite

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[Verse] I heard my nigga snitched and it broke my heart I remember we was going halves on waps and stolen cars A point got scored over that side, they know it's probably ours I can't turn my life around, I've gone too far I did my bird without no visits, it was just too far At court, I knew what time it was, had to accept the charge I miss my dargs, I lost my brother Sav right next to Rz We went to war, course niggas died, them blocks next to ours If you ain't dead, you've probably been through shit that left some scars Bro lost his life at sixteen, he didn't even get to start I got some dargs locked that never seen electric cars I got keys but not those keys, this whip's push-to-start I'm pissed, I lost my nigga Rz, I was behind the door I'm pissed, I lost my nigga Sav too, it feels so raw Fuck the feds, I came home, I'm back to flying raw All them bodies on the floor, ain't no point checking the score All my life, I betted on me, now I'm finna bet some more From a teen, been getting paid, today I'm paid some more I'm too glad that the judge never done me dirty My cellmate won't go home until 2030 I seen some people that I thought I loved desert me But it's cool, I know what's really good, they don't deserve me It's no secret, I was selling coke from early Feds and the prosecution just tryna bird me They got me banged up and lining up for servery My dreads growing out my face, your hair all curly I can't make that bitch a wife unless she worthy I never saw sense until your boy hit thirty It's a body or attempted if I slide with Thirty I'm like a rich white girl's Air Forces, I'm dirty Couple niggas wanna kill me for some pussy If I ever say, "I need a chick", tell me I'm pussy And I ain't tryna squash no beef, still on my gang ting Me and them boy there can't have no understanding I spent my early years just hugging the block Where you can't tell if anybody really loves you or not The plug knows I need that yola I can chuck in the pot They can wish death all they like but I know that's up to God The plug knows I need that yola I can chuck in the pot They can wish death all they like but I know that's up to God
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