Toosii - God Loves Me lyrics

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Forgive me, I'm sinnin' we still winnin'
My first thirty K, I spent it at the dentist
I got tired of frontin' 'bout
My cell life, my bad life,  I'm grinnin'
Fuck the Lamb' truck pull off
 when it go, "Skrrt, " they know I'm livin'
I been at it for a minute
I been mad about my feelings
I been mad about my feelings
I'm the one who was the realest
Off this rappin', made a killin'
I done seen too many killings
I done seen too many chicks stab in
The back and I don't feel it
I don't feel it at all
I know they mad they was ball
I'm claustrophobic around too many
Foenem trap in a star
And I'm a extrovert I'd rather be
In the trap than a war
I'm from the trenches where my granny
Always prayed for a song
I say a prayer, like, "Lord, please
Protеct me from the evil, you know
I'vе been imperfected, i be 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 prayin' for my health
And I'm prayin' for my wealth so I go hard
Pray the label just don't put me on a shelf
Lot of sinnin' so the way I
Got a lot under my belt he ain't here yet
When he here, won't he ask me
"Is we there yet"
I could've shed tears to this one
I think they gon' feel for this one
(Oh oh oh)
Everyday I wake up, pray for better days
One thing that I know
God love me more than he did yesterday

Try to invest and count the money up
Chickens tryna find out what's
The condom size

Fuck my lady now
They weren't there when I was down to ride
Baby mama, she the only one
These other chicks be lyin'
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
I never told the world stories
'bout what we did
I'm just glad I live life after what I
Been through and look how we live
I'ma have tuition paid for all my kids
My nephew daddy locked up, gotta do a bid
I'ma treat him like my kid
Send a prayer, be okay
Some things that I go through, like no way
(No way) not tryna go back to the old days
Know they want me back to my old ways
Like I'm no slave
Bring straight to your door
Just like we PostMates
Fell out with one of my partners
Now we post mates
And I fell in love with his girl
She think we close mates
Know the Devil always plottin'
They don't like my swag they tryna
Set it up and cock it
I been eatin', gettin' stocky
For the things that we done did, no
We can't get away one thing that I know
God love me more than he did yesterday