God Did Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Look

Who dat put dat Rollie on ya wrist

God did

Who put dat gold all on ya chest

God did

Tell me how we knew dat we da best

God did

Every time he show up it's a flex

It's da God kid

Who dat put dat Rollie on ya wrist

God did

Who put dat gold all on ya chest

God did

Tell me how we knew dat we da best

God did

Every time he show up it's a flex

It's da God kid

Check

No room for fear in my heart

Already told em I'm a staple I've been here from the start

We got em frozen like a deer up in the headlights

They small time check they hair it's probably head lice

It's a long line of weapons that didn't prosper

Fake friends imposters

That act like they really love you

They really deserve an Oscar but

The only time I trip is with a passport

Money in the bank 320 on the dashboard gone

Who dat put dat Rollie on ya wrist

God did

Who put dat gold all on ya chest

God did

Tell me how we knew dat we da best

God did

Every time he show up it's a flex

It's da God kid

Who dat put dat Rollie on ya wrist

God did

Who put dat gold all on ya chest

God did

Tell me how we knew dat we da best

God did

Every time he show up it's a flex

It's da God kid

Look

Stayed down now I'm on my way up

It's light work the man so smooth each shot is like a layup

Playa

Been woke so long I stay up

They sleep they style is on the rocks I give it to em straight up

Don't get caught slippin' tryin' to fraud your way up

And get exposed it's just the laws of nature

Go back and forth tryin' to stay current like and alternator

When opportunity comes knockin' like that awkward neighbour

That needs some sugar but you out and so it's salt you gave her

Flavour

Who dat put dat Rollie on ya wrist

God did

Who put dat gold all on ya chest

God did

Tell me how we knew dat we da best

God did

Every time he show up it's a flex

It's da God kid

Who dat put dat Rollie on ya wrist

God did

Who put dat gold all on ya chest

God did

Tell me how we knew dat we da best

God did

Every time he show up it's a flex

It's da God kid

A man's gifts maketh room for him

And bringeth him before great men

I knew I was the greatest since grade ten

On second thought I must be mistaken

Months I was eight then

Just kickin' shit all over my play pen

Da God