God’s Child Ling Hussle

[Intro]
Viper
Z-, z- zero

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ wit’ me made you bigger
Real recipe for a winner, throw your bands up
I see it in your eyes you a sinner
I’ll pray for you though, it ain’t no thing, put yo’ hands up (yeah)
New levels, new devils
But we way too sold, too special
You the bravest, promise you it’s on now
It’s amazing coz you know you God’s child

[Verse 1]
They hate everything they can’t see
They hatin’ what they can’t be, but it’s all love
And you pray before God on you knees
You patient for what you can’t reach, you gon’ blow up
See you gon’ get there and you know it
You the one, you ain’t even gotta show it
You never sit yo’ ass at home, and if it’s smoke then it’s mask on
You gon’ roll it

[Pre-Chorus]
They doubting you, but I’m proud of you
You a real one, they made it outta you
They show you fake love, you don’t need that (you don’t need it)
Fuck all the comments, all the feedback (fuck all the feedback)
They doubting you, but I’m proud of you (proud of you [?])
You a real one, they made it outta you
They show you fake love, you don’t need that
Fuck all the comments, all the feedback
(Fuck wit’ me)