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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Robles
Luis Robles
Songwriter
VIRGIL GAZCA
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter

Lyrics

Every question I be askin' Reminiscin' on that night nobody knew what
Happened How the hell did I survive despite a lot of
Clappin'
I can't remember, bein' high, I came out with no scratches
Truthfully out there, was a rookie out there Wavin' up my gun like Ja did, a goofy out there
I'm thinkin' I'm the shit, I'm the doody out there
Near death, told me ain't no movie out here! Fuck it, I was wild, I'm here for some kinda
reason Even if I be in deep shit, I'll survive another season
Death callin' like a mother sayin' that we
Leavin', nah, I'ma keep breathin' till the mission is completed
Rattlin' my brain, askin' how the hell I made it
I been stayin' wide awake, tryna find an explanation
Different situations with no odds of escapin' it
The Lord favors some, only way I can explain it
I've been through it all, caught up in these streets
Every night I'm thinkin' that it coulda been me
I'm God's favorite, I'm God's favorite I'm standin' on my own, survivin' all the
heat Every night I'm thinkin' that it coulda been
me I'm God's favorite, I'm God's favorite
Talkin' to my life like, what's up, cuz? It's been a minute
I stay cool, come and collected with a slab wood full of spinach
Got God tellin' me I gotta till, I told him I gotta get it
With this rap, I'm fully committin', my tongue rollin' like a chopper spittin
Talkin' to God and he be tellin' me that I'm his favorite
I got God, I got my gun, and I got a bulletproof spaceship
But I also got some demons that's killin' and they don't say shit
I'm the type to catch a pig in the field, wrap him in a blanket
Lord, I'm sorry for the sins I've committin', but I'm havin' fun
And I know they want me dead, so I go over around with this gun
And my wordplay is stupid, they say I'm the Texas pun
Fuck a bitch until she cryin', then kick her ass with a punt
Lord, I'm sorry for the sins I've committin', but I'm havin' fun
And I know they want me dead, so I go over around with this gun
And my wordplay is stupid, they say I'm the Texas pun
Fuck a bitch until she cryin', then kick her ass with a punt
I've been through it all, caught up in these streets
Every night I'm thinkin' that it coulda been me
I'm God's favorite, I'm God's favorite
I'm standin' on my own, survivin' all the heat
Every night I'm thinkin' that it coulda been me
I'm God's favorite, I'm God's favorite
I'm off the flames, can't stop thinkin' how I made it safe
Givin' up hope through all the pain, I ain't never had no type of faith
I refuse to break, struggle through it all, overcome the hate
Try fuckin' me up, I'll change your face, put you in your place, I wont hesitate
I can't explain it, G's like me, never make it
Any other moment, I'm gonna erase it
For some other reason, I'm here embrace it
I'm here for what, keep pondering every corner cut
Selective love from the person above, you can't tell me otherwise, how he does
I've been through it all, caught up in these streets
Every night I'm thinkin' that it coulda been me
I'm God's favorite, I'm God's favorite
I'm standin' on my own, survivin' all the heat
Every night I'm thinkin' that it coulda been me
I'm God's favorite, I'm God's favorite
Written by: Luis Robles, VIRGIL GAZCA
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