paroles de chanson God's Gift - Nyron

Thanks god for da gift
Thanks god for da gift

Yea, my type of shit
Hey

My homie told me
That I'm the one
That I'm gon be the biggest in my city out here
Word up
That's wassup
Imma try do my thing
If I make it to the sun imma come back give some game for ya

My homie told me
That I'm the one
That I'm gon be the biggest in my city out here
Word up
That's wassup
Imma try do my thing
If I make it to the sun imma come back give some game for ya

I know I'm perfect
(Huh)
I know I'm worth it
Searching
Scrambling thoughts
My composition be working
Writtens on top of writtens
Running for superstition
Moms don't ever vouch
But really in it to win it

Dollars stacking on dollars
Commas after the commas
A talent in flipping words
A different type of diploma
Streets saying I got
Knowing I'm coming close
In the city full of dreams I elope
But

I
Won't drop the kool
I make the rules
Heard my name making waves around town
I
Turned on the news
Seen my all people shot in the street right now

My homie told me
That I'm the one
That I'm gon be the biggest in my city out here
Word up
That's wassup
Imma try do my thing
If I make it to the sun imma come back give some game for ya

My homie told me
That I'm the one
That I'm gon be the biggest in my city out here
Word up
That's wassup
Imma try do my thing
If I make it to the sun imma come back give some game for ya

I
Won't drop the kool
I make the rules
Heard my name making waves around town
I
Turned on the news
Seen my all people shot in the street right now
I
Won't drop the kool
I make the rules
Heard my name making waves around town
I
Turned on the news
Seen my all people shot in the street right now