God's Child

Tuna melts and cars belts in that Aston Martin
I recline my seat, then I thank God and
Move on about my day and try to stay honest
Cause they wonder how a (Maybach Music) stay conscious
But that’s just nonsense and obnoxious
I been rolling with monsters since a child we watched the mobsters
Grew up with them concepts on my mom’s steps
I watched niggas get bombed on and send death threats
Been a man since my pops left
They went right, I went left, that porch has my head stressed
So I went and bought a Porsche with the comfortable headrest
Then traded that for the big stretch
I been fresh, 18 Karat gold necklace
Riding around with no L’s, young nigga straight reckless
I was doing it big in the midwest
Swinging, swinging down like in Texas
Hitting switches like Cali boy
Candy paint like Huntsville
Shout out to CP and Molly boy we outie boy
Block beating, pop the trunk let the top squeeze in
And push the pedal to the floor
I’m just God’s child in the God’s clouds
Watch how the kings moved around
Soaked up game and I use it now
Now I’m one of the gods now
They watch me how I moved around
Take my game, make me proud
Make it rain, play it loud
Let God smile for God’s child
For God’s child, God’s child
Let God smile for God’s child
Let God smile for God’s child
For God’s child
Let God smile for the God’s child
God’s child
Let God smile for God’s child