Lola Brooke - God Bless All The Rappers lyrics
Lola Brooke [Shyniece Thomas] NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lola Brooke - God Bless All The Rappers lyrics]
Oh, it's hard to believe he's a child of God
Grew up as a rapper wit' some
Morals 'cause my mother did
Never show their true colors
Gotta check the color grid
He ain't in the streets no more
He just caught another bid
Musicians going through the most
The money ain't too humbling
The destiny is heavenly
The pressure start compressing me
Who knew being multitalented could
'cause this jealousy?
Went out to go get it for a better me
Came back, they're asking for a check
Is you asking or you telling me?
Putting pain on our family as we
Do it for the Grammys
Protect all our kids that is
Strictly for the nannies
I put all my trust in Mommy
Of becoming a new Granny
System can't stand me
Oh, it's hard to believe he's a child of God
They worry 'bout the actors
Worry 'bout the trappers
Pray every night that God
Bless all the rappers
Steady trying to attack us
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
It's hard to believe he's a child of God
Twenty-four, days and night
It's like hell in this bitch
So sick to my stomach
Can't smell in this bitch
Feel like hell to get rich
It's like hell to get drenched
Labels killing souls every day
Them cells could get a wrist
It's hard, he's a child of God
We turn gold into the plaques
Plaques into the diamonds
Jewels on the neck make 'em get on bad timing
I'm just here to do my job
Complete what's the assignment
Lost his marbles to the streets and
He still can't find it
How could you kill Pop Smoke
How could you kill PnB?
How could you kill Chinx Drugz, King Von
MO3? How could you kill Drakeo the Ruler?
Should be worried how they lose ya
XXX, Nipsey both died from a shooter
They say the most dangerous job
Is for the rappers
We don't never see it coming
We use strategies for after
That shit backwards
God bless all the rappers
They worry 'bout the actors
Worry 'bout the trappers
Pray every night that God
Bless all the rappers
Steady trying to attack us
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that
God bless all the rappers
It's hard to believe, God
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
Grew up as a rapper wit' some
Morals 'cause my mother did
Never show their true colors
Gotta check the color grid
He ain't in the streets no more
He just caught another bid
Musicians going through the most
The money ain't too humbling
The destiny is heavenly
The pressure start compressing me
Who knew being multitalented could
'cause this jealousy?
Went out to go get it for a better me
Came back, they're asking for a check
Is you asking or you telling me?
Putting pain on our family as we
Do it for the Grammys
Protect all our kids that is
Strictly for the nannies
I put all my trust in Mommy
Of becoming a new Granny
System can't stand me
Oh, it's hard to believe he's a child of God
They worry 'bout the actors
Worry 'bout the trappers
Pray every night that God
Bless all the rappers
Steady trying to attack us
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
It's hard to believe he's a child of God
Twenty-four, days and night
It's like hell in this bitch
So sick to my stomach
Can't smell in this bitch
Feel like hell to get rich
It's like hell to get drenched
Labels killing souls every day
Them cells could get a wrist
It's hard, he's a child of God
We turn gold into the plaques
Plaques into the diamonds
Jewels on the neck make 'em get on bad timing
I'm just here to do my job
Complete what's the assignment
Lost his marbles to the streets and
He still can't find it
How could you kill Pop Smoke
How could you kill PnB?
How could you kill Chinx Drugz, King Von
MO3? How could you kill Drakeo the Ruler?
Should be worried how they lose ya
XXX, Nipsey both died from a shooter
They say the most dangerous job
Is for the rappers
We don't never see it coming
We use strategies for after
That shit backwards
God bless all the rappers
They worry 'bout the actors
Worry 'bout the trappers
Pray every night that God
Bless all the rappers
Steady trying to attack us
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that
God bless all the rappers
It's hard to believe, God
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers