God Like

[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 1: Bodega Bamz] Check me out, uh, why my moms have to leave my pops Why this nigga 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 he probably get dope but he like it hard Taking crack out me finger nails became a job, based god I love my black so don't try to pull a race card Because you here Tanboys every time I talk I play my ? with no direction when I walk I got enough food in this place for you and yours We the stars that you, chill at bucks', two sugars want my coffee black, discussing drive off's I'm a drug dealer 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 ? the afterlife to live now [Hook]