God Bless All The Rappers Lola Brooke

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Oh, it's hard to believe he's a child of God

[Verse 1]
Grew up as a rapper with some morals 'cause my mother did (Mommy did)
Never show their true colors, gotta check the color grid (Never)
He ain't in the streets no more, he just caught another bid (Huh)
Musicians goin' through the most, the money ain't too humblin' (Brr)
The destiny is heavenly, the pressure start compressin' me (Huh)
Who knew bein' multitalented could 'cause this jealousy? (Huh)
Went out to go get it for a bеtter me
Came back, thеy're askin' for a check
Is you askin' or you tellin' me? (What?)
Puttin' pain on our family as we do it for the Grammys (It's on)
Protect all our kids, that is strictly for the nannies
I put all my trust in mommy of becomin' a new granny (Boo)
System can't stand me

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, it's hard to believe he's a child of God

[Chorus]
They worry 'bout the actors
Worry 'bout the trappers (Trappers)
Pray every night that God bless all the rappers
Steady tryna attack us (Attack us)
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that God bless all the rappers