Jae Millz

Jae Millz - God Bless The Child lyrics

rate me

I know where I’m from so I know where I’m going

I’m from where chains be glowing and niggas girls be hoeing

A lot of promises broken, no time for roasting

This little niggas will smoke you, get some dimes and smoke ‘em

I be high off, potent, trying to survive just hoping

These haters don’t JFK me in my ride while I’m floating

Got a beautiful daughter, she just entered the world

Call me a sucker for love, do anything for that girl

And I don’t worry about hate, I don’t worry about love

If everybody befriend me, still got the man up above

If I’m moving them pidgins, get your chicken and dove

‘Cause the gov taking pictures when you out in the club

Better believe it

My ex told me grow up

Then she told me I changed, I said I ain’t who I was

She TB in my cup, redbone in my ride

And I’ve been ready to fly, since ready to die

Straight from the bottom, straight to the top where I’m going

I could still be in motion when my car roof open

God bless the child

I’ve been killing for a while and y’all bless my style

Amen

God bless the child

She ain’t have a lot of school but God blessed her now

God bless the child

God bless the child

God bless the child

I know where I’m from so I know where I’m going

I’m an uptown nigga, all my jewelry is golden

All my homies are solid, all my women exotic

All my relatives seated, I chose rap over college

I turned NYU, I went straight for the league

Fuck orientation, I got paper to seize

I got places to be, I got people to meet

Never wanted to be like Michael, wanted to be RP

That’s Rich Porter

I’m so Harlem, so Harlem, way gone, gain money

No problem, no problem

I do this for the G’s, not stopping for a pardon

‘Cause it get cold in them jail cells when them lights darken

Better believe it

We ain’t getting no younger, got a kid my nigga, gotta eliminate hunger

Gotta stay on this money, gotta stay sucker free

Both palms together, lord bless me, please

Amen

Straight from the bottom, straight to the top where I’m going

I could still be in motion when my car roof open

God bless the child

I’ve been killing for a while and y’all bless my style

Amen

God bless the child

She ain’t have a lot of school but God blessed her now

God bless the child

God bless the child

God bless the child

Stay on my grind and get this money

Stay on my grind and get this money

Stay on my grind and get this money

Stay on my grind and get this money

And I’mma stay on my grind and get this money

Straight from the bottom, straight to the top where I’m going

I could still be in motion when my car roof open

God bless the child

I’ve been killing for a while and y’all bless my style

Amen

God bless the child

She ain’t have a lot of school but God blessed her now

God bless the child

God bless the child

God bless the child

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