God's Gift

[Intro] It's alright. You can get mad. You knew the deal from the get go. If it's not you, it's another bitch. It's all good. Whatever. Day to day. Bitch to bitch. That's how we live. Player, what [Verse 1] I'm the reason y’all breathe The reason y’all been here from conception Reason y’all believe in deception and faithfulness I'll make your destiny and fate twist And when I stop coming around, it's hatefulness I paint bliss with you with me Have you crying you miss me Lying to you friends that you dissed me I'm your world—kiss me and the globe turns Sunrise and moon shine, ocean tide shift in just the blink of an eye Game transcends time when I spend with you Spit out incredible bull, lies are exceptional Taking my prime-time whiz that I care about your kids Truth this? I don't give a fuck as long as you is Hit it up until it's raw, no protection—what for? I know you not chicken. Only call on me when you fiending for it Only fuck top-notch bitches. Dime pieces If they dirt-broke or [?] single a [?] I’m who you calling your man, who you calling your fam Who you call late night in a jam 4:30 AM bawling to me. I'm just plain balling, you see Being with one bitch is boring to me I say variety is the food of life It's not my fault that every woman is the foolish type And after me, you cop an attitude [?] dyke You fell for it, let the dick call it. Nigga, if you with me, you killing it like [Scratch Hook] (4x) Dumb bitch Play your position Dumb bitch Play your position [Verse 2] See this style? Didn't even use game to get you You know you been open wide off me since the day I met you Never let go of me. When we fucking, you love me When we in the streets, you motherfucking bitches touch me I think it's funny you call me your honey I call you when I'm feeling horny You say when I'm not around, your pussy feeling lonely I told you never let a bitch own you Still, you buy me shit Iceburg, Sony, Hitachi, a Motorola, Dreamcast, four controllers Trip to Atlantic City like we some high rollers Think you gonna lock it down Even write me letters every time you outta town Don't even read ‘em What the fuck I need a wife for? I lead the life of a free man Told you I was a player since the first hand was dealt Want me to meet your family? Well, I got some news for them If you got sisters, put the move on ‘em Let loose too on ‘em, loose screw on ‘em Mom's too—even better, get her upon you And your dad know the deal—he's a nigga I'm saying the older you get the better you get at playing—for real [Scratch Hook] (4x) Dumb bitch Play your position Dumb bitch Play your position [Verse 3] I've had ‘em all from the whores to good girls galore Twins to wheelchair bitches, freaks to married hoes turned frigid Classy models to pigeons You not special ‘cause you wanna cross your feelings on another level Another day, another hustle—you no different I'm not the daddy for your children Tell me you're separated, divorce pending Listen, the only position you fill with pussy, you're in I never spend a dime on you, but my time's precious You whining on the jack about lack of respect for women What if my daughter was to grow up, meet a villain like me? Fuck it—I ain't got no children If I did, I'd teach them better than you've been Your self-esteem is all fucked Must've been busted when growing up ‘cause pretty bitches know enough And now you're mad, blowing up Whatever, listen. I gotta bounce Your best friend's on the way to my house [Scratch Hook] (4x) Dumb bitch Play your position Dumb bitch Play your position