Conway The Machine, Annette Price - God Don't Make Mistakes lyrics

Sometimes I wonder
Be havin' shit on my mind, nigga, you know
Got questions some of these questions
 I know the answers to some of these shit's
I don't know the answer to but look

What if I was
Still on Doat Street sellin' crack? (Huh)
What if I was in that car with Lavar
When Doe Boy got clapped? (Pssh)
What if that was me, shot in my back?
When feds ran in Dom house
And found that brick
What if that was my pack?
What if I was stuck in prison with
Numbers? Knowin' these niggas wouldn't answer
Even if they did give me they number
(Don't answer, nigga)
Would I go to my moms and give her a hundred?
(Nah) and put some money on my commissary
Sometimes I sit and I wonder


What if I went with Rocko that night?
He had a show in Carolina, he
Like, "Bro, fuck with me, let's do it right"
(Fuck with the mob, nigga)
What if I went? That shit would've
Changed a lot of events (Fly out with me)
But instead of goin'
I flew back to Buff' to record with French
The song never happened, so what? Fuck it
I called a bitch (Called a bitch up)
My niggas hit me like, "Let's go out tonight
Shit gon' be lit"
(What up, nigga, we out here)
I said, "I'm good"
But I wonder what made me change my mind
'Cause it was foggy as a bitch that night
I felt a bad vibe
But fuck it, nigga, let's ride
(Fuck it) , I'm with the homies
We got blicks (Hah, hah, hah, hah)
Niggas already know what's up 'cause all
My niggas with the shit (Cash)
Left the club
I don't know how I ended up in the whip
I had a bitch I should've had at the telly
Suckin' my dick (Ha ha haha)
Was in the driveway with my niggas
And Lulu when I got hit
Everything happens for a reason
But I'm just sayin' what if
What if I never got shot in the head?
I couldn't get sleep that night
Might drop a tear in that hospital bed
Thinkin' it’s over with for rockin' the mic
They told me I'd be paralyzed neck down
What if the doctor was right?
(What if he was right?)
Nigga, I walked out that hospital twice (Hah)
My mother said I died both times
Guess I did the impossible twice
Sometimes I wonder
If this Bells Palsy didn't
Paralyze my grill in
Would there still be murals of my
Face painted on side of buildings?
(I wonder) i mean
Would I still be rhymin' brilliant? They
Say I provide the feeling
But would my story still inspire millions?
Would Alchemist ever find us? Would
DJ Clark Kent co-sign us?
Would Paul and Eminem have signed us? (Huh?)
I mean, we went from whippin' shit on the
Stove to pictures with HOV'
The vision was bro's
(My brother) , in basketball terms
I pick and I roll
I give and I go, I get to the hole
Get the assist with my bros
I'm the one liftin' the load
I do the scorin', nigga
I'm bringin' the chip to my home
Machine, bitch

Sometimes I wonder (yeah) sometimes I wonder
Will I make it in these streets
Or will these streets take me?
Sometimes I wonder (Uh) sometimes I wonder
Will I make it in these streets or
Will these streets take me under? (yeah, uh)
Or will these streets take me under? (yeah)
Will I make it in these streets or
Will these streets take me under?
Or will these streets take me under?
Will I make it in these streets or
Will these streets take me under? (yeah)

You know, God don't make mistakes, baby
All them raps and stuff you wrote in school
All the paper that I used to buy and
I thought you was doin' your lessons
You was writin' raps god don't make mistakes
This is for you, baby you come on back to me
Lord, please give me my son back, Lord