paroles de chanson God Bless - Dot Cromwell

I don't even wanna burn the tree now
Homie back up top he doing three now
I don't think it's anywhere to go
They been killing niggas in the meanwhile
Yea the streets so cold
All the highs and the lows
Heard the good die young
I just wanna die old

Oh God bless his soul
Oh God bless his soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul

We ain't got much but we'll be ok, ok
Aye
We ain't got much but we'll be ok, ok
Aye

Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul

Bills to high, rent due
Falling on hard luck
Church ave stop looking white
Guess we getting Starbucks
All of this looking spooky
My life like a movie
Four homies in the hoopty
We was serving all the pookie's
They don't want nothing important
They down to kill over Jordans
He gotta make it back home to his niece
He got a piece he ain't worried bout peace
Look at the system, said fuck'em all
Knock down the projects and built a mall
We ain't got rich relatives to call
Tell me how this relative to ya'll

Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul

Hol up, Hol up, Hol up, turn it up

We ain't got much but we'll be ok, ok
Aye
We ain't got much but we'll be ok, ok
Aye

Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul

I'mma flip until we multi, multi
Billion
Naires, no-one cares
Hold your feelings
Crowns ain't for clowns, ain't no fillings
Moonwalking on they glass ceiling
They been trynna hold me way down
Might trip, might fall never stay down
Ten toes down, yea we started from the ground
Ain't a helping hand when I take a look around
That's for real tho
I been drinking, smoking, I been stressed
I been struggling, hustling, check to check
Got no time to study, I finesse
Nothing left to save I invest
Need a heart to heart my chest a mess
I been fouling out where the ref?
Fin to raise self esteem for the queens
On my path from a prince to a king
But I meannn

Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul

Hol up, Hol up, Hol up, turn it up

We ain't got much but we'll be ok, ok
Aye
We ain't got much but we'll be ok, ok
Aye

Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul
Oh God bless ya soul