Gods Plan (intro) Lyrics

When they say them names, they never mention our name, but pretty soon they gon' run credit

They gonna be like, damn, I should of said Prince Teejay name, but it's gon' be too late, you about to pay

for that feat

You about to pay to get next to us

Y'all hate it

Y'all see us working

Y'all don't wanna give us our credit when we working

When y'all see us at the top, you gon' be like, oh, they changed

Nah, y'all was never with us

So don't be, don't be mad when we at the top doing our thing, and we act like we don't

know niggas

We never knew niggas

Y'all was never with us

So I said, T to talk to them

What if I ain't get up on the mic

Would I be playing a sport

What if I ain't lock in with God

Would I be shackled in court

What if I ain't give my girl everything

Would she try to leave me

If I ain't put these niggas on, would they ever try to delete me

Why it's always the hating niggas trying to tell me how to live

Can't be up in that barbershop saying what I coulda did

So I bring this money in

For the rainy days, they come around

Everybody need me

Can't let my family down

Man, I was fucked up went and got my bucks up

Casamigos and plenty hoes

Shit just had me love struck

Me and bro was playing Burger king it was just us

Mama crying at the crib

Two jobs

Man, it was just for us

Matter of fact, it was just for me

She just wanted to see her son go out and really chase his dream

Had me on different stages

They was hating

We was making scenes

So it's only right when I get there, we gon make a scene

Maybach riding, Jets, Sprinter vans, and all these limousines

Ain't never had no luck

I know this life a gamble

Ain't never had no trust

These girls like me in shambles

Would've called her a bitch

Mama taught me manners

Still can't believe it's 19 years since my aunt died from cancer

And it's been a lot of years since I lost my grandma

And I'm looking up to the sky asking God for answers

And I'm looking up to the sky asking God for answers

What if I ain't get up on the mic

Would I be playing a sport

What if I ain't locking with God

Would I be shackled in court

What if I ain't give my girl everything

Would she try to leave me

If I ain't put these niggas on, would they ever try to leave

Why it's always the hating niggas trying to tell me how to live

Can't be up in that barber shop saying what I could've did

So I bring this money in

For the rainy days they come around

Everybody need me