God Send Nate Good

[Chorus]
Fallin’ from the heavens I’m a God send boy I’m locked in
Bigger picture got me cropped in photoshopped in
Like I pulled up at the drop-in got the hot hand
I was born right in the heartland this was all planned

[Verse 1]
Ay
I got my phone and my wallet my keys and my smoky I’m right in the pocket
The vibe is electric a fork in the socket
The fit is a secondhand product but look how I rock it
The silence is dangerous load it up drop it
I’m sparking the Flint return of the Tropics
Supplying the flame man you know that I got us
Was riding the bench but I turned to a starter
I started a rapper and turned to an artist
I write every verse like a Pulitzer author
Go banger to banger what more can I offer
I high as the pills that I’m finally off of
I’m late on the rent but I manage to cough up
I grip the mic till it squeeze out a dollar
I got a shorty but she trying to holler
There must be something inside of the water

[Chorus]
Fallin’ from the heavens I’m a God send boy I’m locked in
Bigger picture got me cropped in photoshopped in
Like I pulled up at the drop-in got the hot hand
I was born right in the heartland this was all planned