[Lyric] God Like (Bodega Bamz)

[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: 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 the papi get dope but he like it hard
Taking crack out me finger nails became a job, BasedGod
I love my blacks so don't try to pull a race card
Because you hear Tanboys every time I talk
I play my part with no direction when I walk
I got enough food in this plate for you and yours
We the stars, that's you, chill at Buck's
Two sugars with my coffee, black, discussing drop offs
I'ma drug deal 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
Died in the afterlife to live now
[Hook: Iffy]
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