Lyrics

Yeah, momma used to talked, talked to God is good Wake up, give thanks Fine wife to the left Hair cut, rent paid Why God keep blessing? He don't ever take a L So why I keep stressing? W's on swole Ok, God keep flexin' Mama told me, all the time God is good, all the time Mama told me, all the time God is good, all the time All the time All the time God is good, all the time All the time All the time I tell you God ain't good, I'd be lyin' Lowkey lit Highkey lit Lowkey lit (flexin') Whole squad be lit Lowkey lit Highkey lit Lowkey lit (flexin') Whole squad be lit I been up for like 2 weeks Grindin' in the daytime Jimmy Fallon while you sleep Diggin' roots on the late night Stayin' trill absolutely Crooked stick in a straight line Phone ringin' like ohway (brrr) That's my wife on FaceTime I don't wanna bling-blow I don't onomatopoeia (nope) LeBron from the same town So I'm tryna buy a KIA Ak-town to A-Town (what up?) Fly thirty thousand feet up Still ridin' for 3-3-0 Curt, tell them boys we up Momma said I had the juice She always said I was a leader She said I just need a boost So I went and bought Adidas EMC on the feet Three stripes on heels Kings of Kings on the street These stripes, I'm healed They say I'm out of control The way I talk about Christ (Jesus) But ain't no way to control what brings dead men to life I'ma just say what I seen Cause I done witnessed a blessing I'm not afraid of a thing (nope) I'm under witness protection You can't put your hand on the Bible and say we ain't flexing How you gon' handle the title? He got the waviest section Oh, you poppin' on IG You probably bought followers (hah) Let me tell 'bout God G and how He bought followers In the words of Chance, I talk to God in public But I'm tryna feed my fam I talk to God in Publix Tell 'em God is all I know Ain't no stoppin' that (nope) And I only got one goal Half-court soccer match Don't you know the game fixed? Ain't no way you could fail 2-3, Game Six (Jordan) Ain't no takin' no L's 2-3, Game Seven (Bron Bron) Came back from 3-1 Son of Man in the grave, and raised after three suns Wake up, give thanks Fine wife to the left Head cut, rent paid Why God keep blessing? He don't ever take an L So why I keep stressing? W's on swole Ok, God keep flexin' Mama told me, all the time God is good, all the time Mama told me, all the time God is good, all the time All the time All the time God is good, all the time All the time All the time I tell you God ain't good, I'd be lyin' Lowkey lit Highkey lit Lowkey lit (flexin') Whole squad be lit Lowkey lit Highkey lit Lowkey lit (flexin') Whole squad be lit
Writer(s): Mel Tillis, Wayne P. Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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