Bodega BAMZ - God Like lyrics

[Hook: Iffy] I'm living, chilling, waiting for God to call Going, hoping, that I get to see tomorrow Living, chilling, waiting for God to call Going, hoping, that I get to see tomorrow [Verse: Bodega Bamz] Check me out, uh, why my moms have to leave my pops? Why this n***a acting like he hot now? It don't fly straight with me Head up, eyes shut but I came to see Came to be the best spitter on the boulevard Broken dreams, so I probably robbed I mean the papi get dope but he like it hard Taking crack out me finger nails became a job, BasedGod I love my blacks so don't try to pull a race card Because you hear Tanboys every time I talk I play my part with no direction when I walk I got enough food in this plate for you and yours We the stars, that's you, chill at Buck's Two sugars with my coffee, black, discussing drop offs I'ma drug deal till my music pop off You couldn't walk in my shoes with both socks off I'm the underdog, under boss, over stand all of y'all Yeah, baby, Big Pun was warning y'all My father said stay in school but I'm smarter now My one shot got me feeling like a starter now New York ain't the same since the boss died Blame [?] son belongs in the playground I had the same attitude but I'm different now Died in the afterlife to live now [Hook: Iffy] Living, chilling, waiting for God to call Going, hoping, that I get to see tomorrow Living, chilling, waiting for God to call Going, hoping, that I get to see tomorrow