GODS TIMING Lyrics

(Too late baby)

(Dont think we can make it)

(Dont think I can take it oh oh oh oh)

(We tried)

(Guap)

Quittin was never a option

I'm way to deep in to stop it

U want it u gotta go get it

Don't search and you'll never find it

It feel like forever a nigga been out here grindin

I been waitin for my turn they say u cant rush Gods Timing

Soon as they forget who are u gotta remind em

I thought that niggas was for me im guessing that I was blinded

Some days I only ate noodles I been on top w da ramen (rhyming)

I remember they was clowin

Now they wan come be around it

Turned a nigga claustrophobic I aint tryna be surrounded

By that fake ass energy

Fake ass friend to me

Convertible a nigga off ya top turn u a Kennedy

Wishin I could go back to the simpler times they only memories

Now im left wit all this pain and all these melodies

I just saw bro in my dream it felt so real to me

You dont know how this shit killin me

I know niggas gon hate but they dont get to me

I know i'm destined to be great I cant let em get rid if me naw

It aint no way I can leave

Day to day just tryna grieve

Before u try convince the world u gotta be first to believe

Tryna break the family curse I feel like they waitin on me

Weight of the world on my shoulders this shit weighing on me

Havin money dreams i'm just tryn get paid in my sleep

(Takeoff) like a (rocket), I go hard in the paint I'm like (hakeem)

I spit that dope shit for da fiends I got em all hooked like kareem

These niggas all must got a (fetish) shit all they know is defeat (da feet)

Stand tall never retreat

Glock 45 wit a beam this shit got me seeing green

This shit got me seeing red

Somebody gotta go I rather it be them than me

I gotta keep one in da head I gotta see my family

I gotta make it to da crib

I gotta make it to my bitch

Shit iont even got no seed I still gotta make it to my kids

Niggas dyin every day this shit get crazy where I live

These niggas aint even tryn aim they killin babies out dis bitch (damn)

Sad story

U dont gotta feel bad for me

Just stay out my way u get in my way it get bad for u

I know, niggas that hate me but still try and act cordial

My mama said son u different u ain't gotta act normal

Dont put ya trust in these bitches these bitches a backdoor u

Niggas get in that jam and start showin off all they vocals

Start singing like the choir knowin they was never supposed to

No respect for da game they got me lookin like who coached you niggas

I keep my distance iont know u niggas

And I aint tryin to be cool

I'm just tryna get my loot

Im just tryna get my nut and after that she get the boot

I'm just tryna catch a vibe I spark dat gas inside da booth

Know I gotta peep the scene cant let em play me like no fool

Know alot of niggas scheme they turn to bishop bout dat juice

Know that glock aint never far I keep it on me dis bitch glued

Like MLK I got a dream i'm ready die about it too

(Like MLK I got a dream)

(Im ready to die bout that dream)

(If u run up on me its over this shit is not what it seem)

(You know I- Glock wit a beam oh yea)

(Was never a option im way too deep in to stop it)

(U want it u gotta go get it dont search and you'll never find it)