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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Eddie Kendricks
Eddie Kendricks
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khari Cain
Khari Cain
Songwriter
Leonard Caston
Leonard Caston
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Theresa McFaddin
Theresa McFaddin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Needlz
Needlz
Producer
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Mixing Engineer
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

God gave me style (God gave me grace) God gave me style, God gave me grace God put a smile on my face (haha, God put this smile on my face) God made me shine like the sun (God make me shine like the sun) Sometimes I feel like I'm the one (sometimes I feel like I'm the one) It ain't my fault I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down Listen, you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my CDs drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm a track star, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream Best deal I made was trading a mic for a triple beam I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell I need no answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl Don't much good come from me, but my music Is a gift given from God, so I'ma use it (yeah!) God gave me style (God gave me grace) God gave me style, God gave me grace God put a smile on my face (haha, God put this smile on my face) God made me shine like the sun (God make me shine like the sun) Sometimes I feel like I'm the one (sometimes I feel like I'm the one) It ain't my fault I just reach for style, I'm hot, ah, breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around, I'm still by myself I drift off on a cloud, by myself Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else These days, it's hard to tell who really cares for me So, you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay A old G told me God's favorites have a hard time You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind I'm a sponge, knowledge and wisdom, I absorb fast I'm in a class by myself, you do the math God gave me style (God gave me grace) God gave me style, God gave me grace God put a smile on my face (haha, God put this smile on my face) God made me shine like the sun (God make me shine like the sun) Sometimes I feel like I'm the one (sometimes I feel like I'm the one) It ain't my fault, yeah Shoutout to Reverend Floyd Flake (It ain't my fault) Creflo Dollar, TD Jakes Bishop Eddie L. Long, Easy-L shorty, ha ha Ooh! Feels good Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Morton 'Cause my mama'll kill me, ha ha
Writer(s): Leonard Caston, Curtis Jackson, Theresa Mcfaddin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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