Macklemore, Vic Daggs II - GOD'S WILL lyrics

Never turn my back on my birthplace
Leave it to my city
Makin' sure that the dirt's straight
Leave my kids just enough 'cause I'll
Fail them the worst way
If I raised some rich
Spoiled white girls in the first place, yeah
Leave a legacy, one worth rememberin'
In my robe, lookin' out on
Rome, on the Mezzanine, like
Why creators are the last
Ones with some equity?
Put myself in a position to
Pass it to my people
And that's why I'm nеver settlin'
More capital than Bеverly
Before my grandma died
She saw me on Jeopardy
Still think PJs are too expensive
Still don't make music with people
I ain't friends with
Still fuck the industry, and no
I don't mess with
People that my mama wouldn't want
To have for breakfast
That's right, the suit's, the streams
The snakes, the schemes, the steady
Pursuit of paper over truth and dreams
Loyal to my soil, never change the oil
Kept the motor runnin'
Kept my foot up on the gas
And push to start the button
Everything I thought I always wanted
Everything it wasn't
Never know that God is everything until
You lose sight of Him, yeah
Never know that God is everything until
You lose sight of Him

Said it's written on my face
I can't play it off
I got so much on my plate
I can't shake it off
But, I'm built for this, I'm built for this
I been stayin' in my lane, keep my head down
I was losin' my faith, but I'm blessed now
God told me, "You built for this"
I know I'm built for this

You weren't supposed to die here
You were supposed to fly here
Look what you built off your imagination
Could've never imagined the
Places you would've
Been taken because your ideas
This is in your veins, like where the IV is
My mama's Dodge minivan became
My own at sixteen
Before sixteen ever got you a phone
Maybe when I was thirteen, twelve, eleven
Who knows? But, I was in the back of
That motherfucker writin' my poems
On shrooms with the busted boombox
Thinkin' that this special brew and
Beater, I was Tupac, nah
If I could go back and
Give that motherfucker advice
I'd say it was already written, boy
Keep livin' your life
Put everything you got into your truth
That instrument you carry around
That is a tool
The most precious one you'll ever have
There's no shortcuts in the craft
Because the craft is actually just
A path to discover you
It can get you pussy, respect, money, fame
And they love to call it
"the game, " but please
Do not get it confused
'Cause that's just the temptation that God
Is going to put in front
Of your face to see how bad
You really want the jewel
And you don't run this shit
These are God's words
And when you catch the Holy Spirit
Thank God first kill the ego
Kill the need to keep on pleasin' people
Self-centeredness and self-will isn't
How God works
We only here for a blink and it's gone
So, what you gonna do with the
Ink you use in your songs?
Regardless of your deal
Or the label that you're on when you die
The Universe already owns them all

That's God's will it's all God's will