God Loves Me - Toosii

Lyrics by：Jason Constantin/Nau'Jour Grainger

Composed by：Jason Constantin/Nau'Jour Grainger

Forgive me I was sinnin'

But we still winning'

My first $30K I spent it at the dentist

I got tired of frowning 'bout my sad life

My bad life I'm grinning

When the lamb truck pull of and it go skrt they know how I'm living

I been at it for a minute

Adamant my feelings

How you mad about my feelings

I'm the one who was the realest

Off this rap made a killing

I done seen too many killings

I done seen too many chicks that double back and Ion feel it

Ion feel it all

I know they mad that we ball

I'm claustrophobic around with too many feel like I'm trapped in the stall

And I'm a extravert I'd rather be trapped in the wall

I'm from the trenches where my granny always prayed for us all

I say a prayer like "Lord please protect me from the evil"

You know I'm a empath I be reading through people

I don't think I'm better than no one I think we equal

And the firearms I tote they all legal

You know I be praying for my health

And I'm praying for my wealth

So I go hard pray the label just don't put me on the shelf

Got a son that's on the way I got a lot under my belt

And he ain't here yet

When he here won't ask me "Is we there yet"

I could've shed tears to this one

I think they gon' feel for this one

Ohhhh

Everyday I wake up pray for better days

One thing that I know God love me more than he did yesterday

Tryna invest in condominiums

Chickens tryna find out what's the condom size

Other ones pop up with babies how when I was condomized

Before my lady the one I met know she down to ride

Babymomma she the only one these other chicks be lying

I done been through way too much

Pray the Lord gon' wait for us

'Cause where we from it's dangerous

Pray they don't play with us

And I'll never tell the war stories 'bout what we did

I'm just glad I don't look like what

I been through and look how we live

Roof over my ceiling I'ma have tuition paid for all my kids

My nephew daddy locked up gotta do a bid

I'ma treat 'em like my kid

Say if I pray it be okay

Some things that I go through like no way

Not tryna go back to the old days

Know they want me back to my old ways

Won't treat me like I'm no slave

We'll bring it straight to your door just like we Postmates

Fell out with one of my partnas now we post-mates

Then I fell in with his girl she think we close mates

Know the devil always plottin'

They don't like my swag they try to say that I be cocky

I've been eatin getting stocky

For the things that we done did and we can't get away

One thing that I know God love me more than he did yesterday