[Intro]
God loves you
(I love you, God loves you)
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Hang me on the cross in all my gold
Let my soul leave holy (God loves you)
Let these red seats hold me
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?)
God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Come on)
Hang me on the cross in all my gold (Put me up there then, fuck it)
Let my soul leave holy (I'm the motherfuckin’ one)
Let these red seats hold me (I know, yeah)
Serious constellations glow
36 ounces made me legend
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Yo, shit was lit for a minute, had to get it while the gettin' good
Whippin' the wrist in the kitchen, we had chickens to cook
Did this in different hoods, we went on missions, uh
Trips to to north clicks we had it clickin ask these niggas what they did bet all you hear is crickets
Still somehow we made sense outta all this ignorance
Thank God the 40 cal ain’t get found with my fingerprints
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, now I'm eating 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
All my shortcomings taught us all something
Since the days of cross colours I still fuck with all my brothers
Nigga throwing salt but what's that for the lord could walk among us
Warmongers, but now we up and scuffing Porsche bumpers
When we was young and hustling I wore the Duncan's Timberland construction
Now my bitches get that Brazilian butt-lift
Baby this veal this ain't no chicken cutlet or no fuck shit
Trillion 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 recovered yet
Make a brother wanna go cop a couple jets and flex on these bubbleheads (I love you baby)
God loves you
(I love you, God loves you)
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Hang me on the cross in all my gold
Let my soul leave holy (God loves you)
Let these red seats hold me
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?)
God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Come on)
Hang me on the cross in all my gold (Put me up there then, fuck it)
Let my soul leave holy (I'm the motherfuckin’ one)
Let these red seats hold me (I know, yeah)
Serious constellations glow
36 ounces made me legend
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Yo, shit was lit for a minute, had to get it while the gettin' good
Whippin' the wrist in the kitchen, we had chickens to cook
Did this in different hoods, we went on missions, uh
Trips to to north clicks we had it clickin ask these niggas what they did bet all you hear is crickets
Still somehow we made sense outta all this ignorance
Thank God the 40 cal ain’t get found with my fingerprints
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, now I'm eating 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
All my shortcomings taught us all something
Since the days of cross colours I still fuck with all my brothers
Nigga throwing salt but what's that for the lord could walk among us
Warmongers, but now we up and scuffing Porsche bumpers
When we was young and hustling I wore the Duncan's Timberland construction
Now my bitches get that Brazilian butt-lift
Baby this veal this ain't no chicken cutlet or no fuck shit
Trillion 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 recovered yet
Make a brother wanna go cop a couple jets and flex on these bubbleheads (I love you baby)
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