Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MSG 4 GOD’S CHILDREN, artist - Tory Lanez. Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Song language: English
MSG 4 GOD’S CHILDREN |
| '90s televisions, that raised me |
| Made me feel like it was gravy, I wasn’t crazy |
| Nowadays, the kids all lazy, the pics all crazy |
| In the land of doin' drugs and bustin' clips off safety |
| I be cryin' to the Lord in the times that I feel unsure |
| Wisdom of the Scriptures like carvin' lines in the sword |
| I pray we stick together like all the vines on the wall |
| Climbin' until we fall and drivin' until we stall |
| Designer clothes got us here dyin' in every store |
| Buyin' it when we poor, knowin' this shit a hassle and |
| Money that should’ve been going to ownin' bigger castles |
| And still we’ll dibble-dabble and try to find it abroad |
| Livin' life in this fog, our eyes covered |
| With all the self-inflicted danger, we could die from it |
| I’m runnin' through the game just tryna find some ties from it |
| I was buggin' the times that I said that I love it |
| Because I grew to love myself and who hovers above me |
| And plus my family and my brothers who love me |
| This is God purpose |
| I know the Devil wanna scratch me off surface |
| But every attempt he tryin' is worthless, that boy’ll never get me |
| Or represent me, fall out and get to resent me |
| I’m part of Jehovah army, I know exactly who sent me |
| And I don’t mean to sound like I’m preachin' you down |
| Disregard my past ways, this what I’m teachin' you now |
| Words that I should’ve been spoke, I’ma speak 'em up now |
| Niggas try to ether my style while keepin' me down |
| I can tell you, so many people wan' find reason for livin' |
| Wanna be a helpin' hand, but don’t know how to give it |
| I told 'em, «Fall on your knees, repent for your evil deeds |
| Ask God to show you, but, nigga, actually seek |
| Mean it when you say it, don’t pray it because I told you |
| Do it for the need of Him to show you,» I’m tellin' y’all |
| I ain’t never, ever, ever felt better, dawg |
| Bentley pullin' off, Bentayga, still smellin' off, yeah |
| I love my haters when they jealous, dawg, uh |
| 'Cause all that I can do is flourish, dawg |
| Yeah, Daystar |