Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Don't Make Mistakes, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Date of issue: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God Don't Make Mistakes |
| Sometimes I wonder |
| Be havin' shit on my mind, nigga ya know |
| Got questions |
| Some of these questions, I know the answer to |
| Some of these shits, I don’t know the answer to |
| But look |
| What if I was still on Doat Street sellin' crack? |
| What if I was in that car with Lavar when Doe Boy got clapped? |
| What if that was me, shot in my back? |
| When feds ran in Dom house and found a brick, what if that was my pack? |
| What if I was stuck in the prison with numbers |
| Knowin' these niggas wouldn’t answer even if they did give me they number |
| Would I go to my moms and give her a hundred? |
| And put some money on my commissary, sometimes I sit and I wonder |
| What if I went with Rocko that night? |
| He had a show in Carolina, he like, «Bro, fuck with me, let’s do it right» |
| What if I went? |
| That shit would’ve changed a lot of events |
| But instead of goin', I flew back to Buff' to record with French |
| Song never happened, so what? |
| Fuck it, I called a bitch |
| My niggas hit me like, «Let's go out tonight, shit gon' be lit» |
| I said, «I'm good», but I wonder what made me change my mind |
| 'Cause it was foggy as a bitch that night, I felt a bad vibe |
| But fuck it, nigga, let’s ride, I’m with the homies, we got blicks |
| Niggas already know what’s up 'cause all my niggas with the shit |
| Left the club, I don’t know how I ended up in the whip |
| I had a bitch I should’ve had at the telly suckin' my dick |
| Was in the driveway with my niggas and Lulu when I got hit |
| Everything happens for a reason, but I’m just sayin' what if |
| What if I never got shot in the head? |
| I couldn’t get sleep that night, might drop a tear in that hospital bed |
| Thinkin' it’s over with a rock and a mic |
| They told me I’d be paralyzed neck down, what if the doctor was right? |
| Nigga, I walked out that hospital twice |
| My mother said I died both times, guess I did the impossible twice |
| Sometimes I wonder, if this Bells Palsy didn’t paralyze my grill in |
| Would there still be murals of my face painted on sides of buildings? |
| I mean, would I still be rhymin' brilliant? |
| They say I provide the feeling but would my story still inspire millions? |
| Would Alchemist ever find us? |
| Would DJ Clark Kent co-sign us? |
| Would Paul and Eminem have signed us? |
| Huh? |
| I mean, we went from whippin' shit on the stove to pictures with HOV |
| The vision was bro’s |
| In basketball terms, I pick and I roll |
| I give and I go, I get to the hole |
| Get the assist with my bros, I’m the one liftin' the load |
| I do the scorin', my nigga, I’m bringin' the chip to my home |
| Machine, bitch |
| Sometimes I wonder |
| Sometimes I wonder |
| Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me? |
| Sometimes I wonder |
| Sometimes I wonder |
| Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under? |
| Or will these streets take me under? |
| Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under? |
| Or will these streets take me under? |
| Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under? |
| You know God don’t make mistakes baby |
| All them raps and stuff that you wrote it’s cool |
| All the paper that I used to buy and I thought you was doing your lessons |
| You was writing raps |
| God don’t make mistakes |
| This is for you baby, you come on back to me |
| Lord, please give me my son back, Lord |