God's Gift - J. Cole

Worldwide stunner, oh man, I’m a

Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder

Grab an umbrella bitch, and go stand under

And bundle up, it’s gonna be a cold ass summer

Uh, you niggas so last summer

On to the new, on-on to the new shit

Jigga wouldn’t even take my CD when he seen me

Two years later bitch we made it on, on to the Blueprint

Now how’s that for persistence?

Cole World comin', call back up assistance

Same broads used to hang up on my walls

Now they come up out their drawers, how’s that for a mistress

Hell bent, heaven sent, Lord I repent if I ever sinned

Now I know I ain’t the richest, but I still wanna ball

Put money over bitches, but we still underdogs

Did you miss me?

No I don’t know where I’m goin'

But I’m goin', now is you comin' with me (With me, with me)?

Up, up and away (And away, and away)

Hey, do you trust me (Trust me, trust me)?

If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me (Love me,

love me)?

Then it must be (Must be, must be) a match made in heaven (Heaven, heaven)

(Wake up, wake up, wake up)

God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up)

God’s Gift, (Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)

God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up)

Mothafucker this is God’s gift

Pussy my passion

Man I just can’t help it I see a cookie, I grab one

Lookin' for some nookie, I’m tryna scoop me a bad one

Every verse I spit it just like it could be my last one

Ever since I got on

I’ve been on a mission to fuck the bitches I missed out on

Ex-cheerleader, hollerin' what’s up

Now her nigga beat her, now that’s fucked up

What type of little fuck boy hit a

Woman, bet he wouldn’t put his hands on a nigga

Ha, I ain’t bitter boy that’s all you

Ha, plus I just fucked her fore she called you

Ha, dry your eyes baby, I’ll drive you home

Older hoes sayin' «My how you’ve grown»

I came up, fucked the game up

Show my momma I’ll survive on my own

Did you miss me?

I don’t know where I’m goin'

But I’m goin', now is you comin' with me (With me, with me)?

Up, up and away (And away, and away)

Hey, do you trust me (Trust me, trust me)?

If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me (Love me,

love me)?

Then it must be (Must be, must be) a match made in heaven (Heaven, heaven)

(Wake up, wake up, wake up)

God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up)

God’s Gift, (Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)

God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up)

Mothafucker this is God’s gift