God's Child - Stalley

Tuna melts and cars belts in that Aston Martin

I recline my seat, then I thank God and

Move on about my day and try to stay honest

Cause they wonder how a (Maybach Music) stay conscious

But that’s just nonsense and obnoxious

I been rolling with monsters since a child we watched the mobsters

Grew up with them concepts on my mom’s steps

I watched niggas get bombed on and send death threats

Been a man since my pops left

They went right, I went left, that porch has my head stressed

So I went and bought a Porsche with the comfortable headrest

Then traded that for the big stretch

I been fresh, 18 Karat gold necklace

Riding around with no L’s, young nigga straight reckless

I was doing it big in the midwest

Swinging, swinging down like in Texas

Hitting switches like Cali boy

Candy paint like Huntsville

Shout out to CP and Molly boy we outie boy

Block beating, pop the trunk let the top squeeze in

And push the pedal to the floor

I’m just God’s child in the God’s clouds

Watch how the kings moved around

Soaked up game and I use it now

Now I’m one of the gods now

They watch me how I moved around

Take my game, make me proud

Make it rain, play it loud

Let God smile for God’s child

For God’s child, God’s child

Let God smile for God’s child

Let God smile for God’s child

For God’s child

Let God smile for the God’s child

God’s child

Let God smile for God’s child