Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God's Favorite, artist - CRUCH CALHOUNDate of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |