God Loves You
Roc Marciano; Cook$
Popularity · Low
Listen
YouTube
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
God loves you
I love you, God loves you
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?
Hang me on the cross and all my gold (Woo)
Let my soul leave holy (Yeah)
Let these red seats hold me (Uh)
Serious constellations glow (Can you believe that?)
36 Ounces made me legend (Yeah)
God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Can you believe that? Yeah)
God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Come on)
Hang me on the cross and all my gold (Can you
Believe that? Put me up there then, fuck it)
Let my soul leave holy (Can you believe
That? I'm the motherfucking one)
Let these red seats hold me (Can you believe that? I know, yeah)
Serious constellations glow (Can you believe that? Nah, fuck it)
36 Ounces made me legend (Uh, you know it, yo)
Shit was lit for a minute, had to get it while the getting good
Whipping the wrist in the kitchen, we had chickens to cook
Did this in different hoods, we went on missions, uh
Trips and off clique, we had it clicking
Ask these niggas what they did, bet all you hear is crickets
Still somehow we made sense out of all this ignorance
Thank God the.40 cal ain't get found with my fingerprints (No)
Or that body we left in the sticks, it was stinking, kid
I was just thinking, kid, look where we is, this shit just sinking in
We came from eating cheese and bread, not meat and eggs
For sneakers we would shoot up the
Roller rink like homie did in Zebrahead
That's just how we was bred, I was too blind to see ahead, uh
All my shortcomings taught us all something
Since the days of cross colors, I still fuck with all my brothers
Niggas throwing salt but what's that for? The Lord can walk among us
Warmongers, but now we up and scuffing Porsche bumpers
When we was young and hustling, I wore
The Duncans, Timberland construction
Now my bitches get that Brazilian butt lift
Baby, this veal, this ain't no chicken cutlet or no fuck shit
Trilliant cuts on my wrist, look like I'm tryna kick the bucket
Look like I'm tryna kick the bucket
No disrespect, I know that's a sensitive subject
Emotional luggage I ain't recover yet
Make a brother wanna go cop a couple
Jets and flex on these bubbleheads
God loves you, baby (Can you believe that? I love you, baby)
Uh, hang me on the cross and all my gold (Can you believe that?)
Let my soul leave holy (God loves you)
Let these red seats hold me (Can you believe that?)
Serious constellations glow (Can you believe that?)
36 Ounces made me legend
God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Can you believe that?)
God loves you, I love you, God loves you
Hang me on the cross and all my gold (Can you believe that?)
Let my soul leave holy (Can you believe that?)
Let these red seats hold me (Can you believe that?)
Serious constellations glow (Can you believe that?)
36 Ounces made me legend (Yo, yo)
Sacrifices I made on this path that I laid (Laid)
Shit was bad 'til I came ('Til I came back)
I ain't complain, I just mastered my game
The aim was the land of Rakim and Kane
The landscape changed when I went against the grain
Niggas wasn't quick to embrace, no
I could've did the same, but I didn't hate (Didn't hate)
I just did my thing and prayed, eventually shit went my way
I ain't dickride for no features '
Cause I can lift my own weight (Weight)
I'm really self-made (Uh), and I never fell from grace (Never, nigga)
If they stoned Jesus, I ain't special
Neither (I ain't special neither)
Life's a bitch, she don't appreciate you 'til you leave her
When you finish, you won't get to be seen again on Easter
The devil lied and naive people believed him
Mm, uh, bring me my roses while I'm still here breathing
Go pop some Belaire Rose for my achievements
Chinchillas be the coat, this be the coldest season
Now every homie call home, bitch, I can show the pink slip
God loves you
I know, uh
God loves you
Can you believe that?
I know he does