God Loves You (feat. Stove God Cooks)

God loves you
(I love you, God loves you)
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that?

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

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)

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
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 in all my gold (can you believe that?)
Let my soul leave holy (can you believe that?)
Let these red seats hold me
Serious constellations glow (can you believe that?)
36 ounces made me legend

Yo, yo
Sacrifices I made on this path that I laid
Shit was bad till I came
I ain't complained, I just mastered my game
The aim was the lane 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
I just did my thing and prayed, eventually shit went my way
I ain't dick-ride for no features 'cause I can lift my own weight
I'm really self-made and I never fell from grace
If they stoned Jesus I ain't special neither
Life's a bitch who don't appreciate you till' you leave her
When you finish you won't be get to be seen again on Easter
The devil lied and naïve people believed him
Bring me my roses while I'm still here breathing
Or pop some Belle rose for my achievements
Chinchillas be the coat to beat the coldest seasons
Now every home and car I own, bitch I can show the pink slip

God loves you (I know)
God loves you
Can you believe that?
I know he does