Lyrics God's Favorite - CRUCH CALHOUN, Dave East

God's Favorite

Niggas looking at us sideways 'cause we major…
You know…
There’s a difference between the major leagues and the minor leagues, my nigga
(Hook)
Niggas looking at us sideways 'cause we major
Came up on a brick, but he ain’t gon' flush that when they raided
Balenciaga, Prada, ain’t none of my bitches basic
Love it or hate it, it don’t even matter, I’m God’s favorite
Cameras help a nigga back out the driveway when I’m faded
Fuck a block, if you tryna bet it, nigga, meet me in Vegas
I might be jaded but all of this paper make me feel amazing
Shots fired, niggas get to falling like they running from Jason
(Verse — Dave East)
She call me «Daddy» but I’m not her dad
Nigga, my cash
Run it back, she got a nine right in the trunk, got a mask
Run it up fast, I never thought it would last
Used to be stuck on the ave
Tryna hit bitches that I never seen, tryna drop cars that I never had
Gripping the ride, hope that I don’t get pulled over, I can’t be sitting inside
You think it’s impossible, give it a try, four and a half turn a whip to a nine
I done lost homies that’s still on my mind
Some of 'em died, some still alive
I’m tryna shine like the sun in the sky
Ain’t nothing like me, bitch, I’m one of a kind
Jail calls, won’t speak long
Cuz doing life told me keep going
All-white shells, shirt V long
I’ma lay low 'til the heat gone
Floor seats at the Heat game
I just want the money, I don’t need fame
Walked a hunnid miles in these uptown versus whole life for a bust down
(Hook)
Niggas looking at us sideways 'cause we major
Came up on a brick, but he ain’t gon' flush that when they raided
Balenciaga, Prada, ain’t none of my bitches basic
Love it or hate it, it don’t even matter, I’m God’s favorite
Cameras help a nigga back out the driveway when I’m faded
Fuck a block, if you tryna bet it, nigga, meet me in Vegas
I might be jaded but all of this paper make me feel amazing
Shots fired, niggas get to falling like they running from Jason
(Verse — Cruch Calhoun)
Plane land, now I’m back home, gotta grip it close when I slide
Baby mama keep coming crazy, gotta put that all to the side
Five hour flight, I was thinking 'bout money for the whole ride
Two hour Lyft, I was thinking 'bout money for the whole drive
Gotta ride with the real ones, not the ones that’s gon' hide
No, you pay attention to the details so it’s your fault if they slide on you
I can tell you 'cause I been through it, better cut 'em off if they lie to you
Same ones waving hi to you rather have your mother saying bye to you
I ain’t playing, had to say it twice, better cut 'em off if they lie to you
Truth hurts, I’ma kill 'em with it
Money first, ain’t no feelings in it
Stay ahead, I stay prepared, even when I lost, I was still winning
Tell the truth and they get offended
Time is money, I can’t spend a minute
Nigga
(Hook)
Niggas looking at us sideways 'cause we major
Came up on a brick, but he ain’t gon' flush that when they raided
Balenciaga, Prada, ain’t none of my bitches basic
Love it or hate it, it don’t even matter, I’m God’s favorite
Cameras help a nigga back out the driveway when I’m faded
Fuck a block, if you tryna bet it, nigga, meet me in Vegas
I might be jaded but all of this paper make me feel amazing
Shots fired, niggas get to falling like they running from Jason