Lyrics God's Favorite - Travis Thompson

I feel like god's favorite
I feel like three hoes, two fifths
And I'm whipping the lot vacant
I feel like waking up we never gave a fuck
I'm on the clock wasted
I feel like going up, blowing up
Call it the money you not making
Feel like the boss in the sauce that I got
Prolly could get Tracey Ross naked
I been [?] chasing in the palm to the lot but that's not patience
We done lost traces with the bogus
Fuck little rock faces, I'm on boulders
Man, ill from my birth, still getting colder
The real been in still, since I was missing my molars
Been up in the works, sipping this solo
While they smoke the dirt that I dust off my shoulders
Say I sound like (WHO?)
You sound like broke
She can get chose
It's not what it seems
What's a god to a king
What's a king to a job
What's a job to a scheme
I need pot and some [?]
And they dropping the beam
Food for the thought turn crop for the team
Fresher to death like I'm off of your team
They ask how I feel
"Oh, you talking to me?"
Shit
I feel like
God's favorite
Feel like I'm chosen
Double the dosage
Let's get the pot shaking
I feel like Moses, dippin' my toes in
Don't get your spot taken
Look at the past, and look at what happened
I feel like God's favorite
I must be God's favorite
Feel like I'm God's fav
Lost weight
I make that cost change
Top rate
Throw in that phosphate
High taste
I make that broad fame
Walk straight? (Nah)
Dropping like how's your job ain't
Stop it like this shit and call game
Brought the pro club like it's all saints
Got the Arizona's looking Balmain
Hit the pause, face one
Ay Tyler we brothers
You kidding this shit strictly business like buff it away
Cuzzy that wrote on my lunch in LA
Nosey back home with his [?} in the bape
I did one dirty they did me the same
This shit don't concern me
It ain't bout no pay
Pick by the hand, gotta listen to man's
And I know who I am
Bitch I feel like I'm
God's favorite
Feel like I'm chosen
Double the dosage
Let's get the pot shaking
I feel like Moses, dippin' my toes in
Don't get your spot taken
Look at the past, and look at what happened
I feel like God's favorite
I must be God's favorite
I feel like God's favorite
Feel like I'm chosen
Double the dosage
Let's get the pot shaking
I feel like Moses, dippin' my toes in
Don't get your spot taken
Look at the past, and look at what happened
I feel like God's favorite
I must be God's favorite
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