God’s Child

[Verse 1]
Back when I was rocking Aeropostale
With them holy jeans
At church like it was Gods' style
Getting looks from my first row Aunties
They wanna baptize what happened to God's child
The rock fell, and I questioned was God around
The plot swelled got introduced to the mob style
Got it cracking with them Niggas from across town
Grand Theft Auto, doing missions from top-down
Before this shit was Chiraq it was Pyrex
Rapping my set, what should I try next?
Fuck is you thinking?
What was the reason?
We get back; one of us bleeding
What to believe in
What is the secret?

[Verse 2]
Back when I was rocking pink Polos
Tryna' get a couple of hoes inside the four door
Mama callin' like you need to come home
Turn that shit off like, "Hell naw"
We riding around burning up
And turning the speakers up
Ayo God, pass me that red cup
I'm feeling stressed out
I'm feeling fed up
I'm feeling left out
Here in America

[Hook]
No one, no one
No one, no one
No one, no one
No one, no one