Polo G - God's Favorite lyrics
Polo G [Taurus Tremani Bartlett] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Polo G - God's Favorite lyrics]
Everyone's an angel 'til they fall
Guess you weren't His favorite after all
Feel like I'm God's favorite, they tell me I made it
For this lifestyle, I made promises I'm breakin', oh, oh, oh
For this lifestyle, I spent all my nights out
Married the trenches, I said my life vows
Mama, I'm too deep in, I might drown, oh, oh, oh
Like a quarterback, I stand in the field
I be thinkin' back like damn, shit was real, uh, uh
Thuggin' with my hoodie on, time to get my bully on
Crazy I feel good he gone, this new pack come from cooking strong
Adapted to my habitat, it's time to cut them fullies on
Better watch who you rappin' at, we kill shit just for lookin' wrong
Slidin' back to back in these double R's, we just came and got what was ours
Grindin' all day tryna slim my chances that I'd be stuck tomorrow
Fuck a job, trappin' all four seasons, shit ain't no facade
Hunt and rob, please excuse my demons or take that up with God
No, you can't halfway step, yeah, my lil' sliders, they crept
Only got half a face left, steady throwin' up signs like they deaf
And my shorty keep earning stripes, look like he tryna play ref
They just gon' keep burnin' pipes, them members'll die for they rep, gang
Guess you weren't His favorite after all
Guess you weren't His favorite after all
Feel like I'm God's favorite, they tell me I made it
For this lifestyle, I made promises I'm breakin', oh, oh, oh
For this lifestyle, I spent all my nights out
Married the trenches, I said my life vows
Mama, I'm too deep in, I might drown, oh, oh, oh
Like a quarterback, I stand in the field
I be thinkin' back like damn, shit was real, uh, uh
Thuggin' with my hoodie on, time to get my bully on
Crazy I feel good he gone, this new pack come from cooking strong
Adapted to my habitat, it's time to cut them fullies on
Better watch who you rappin' at, we kill shit just for lookin' wrong
Slidin' back to back in these double R's, we just came and got what was ours
Grindin' all day tryna slim my chances that I'd be stuck tomorrow
Fuck a job, trappin' all four seasons, shit ain't no facade
Hunt and rob, please excuse my demons or take that up with God
No, you can't halfway step, yeah, my lil' sliders, they crept
Only got half a face left, steady throwin' up signs like they deaf
And my shorty keep earning stripes, look like he tryna play ref
They just gon' keep burnin' pipes, them members'll die for they rep, gang
Guess you weren't His favorite after all
