God - Eaze

And I was never into NASCAR, but I always wanted a fast car

I knew that’s what I had to get to get the bad broads

And live like all the rap stars and niggas slapping backboards

There ain’t too many roads to riches for us black boys

Sometimes I feel like it’s a wrap for us

But then I play a track and my voice be sounding like my dad’s voice

Maybe I’m angry cause I’m chasing all my past joys

Maybe I’m changing cause change is all that I ask for

But yo I still ain’t got no change up in my cash drawer

Feel like I’m trying to hide my pain behind a glass door

Then Shegan gave me a place to crash in the crash course

I wasn’t even mad when you made us crash in the RAV-4

But that was back when I used to smile and laugh more

And that was back when I used to think I would have more

The past years past by in a fast forward

And I don’t know if I should cry or if I should clap for it

Yeah, how can you trust someone, when you don’t even trust yourself

How can you love someone, when you don’t even love your-

All these niggas ain’t my niggas

Can’t be hanging around no niggas always on some dumb nigga shit, yeah

So many mistakes in the past, but sometimes I’m missing it, yeah

And all these girls ain’t my girls

They just girls hoping they can be my girl when a nigga rich, yeah

I don’t want to fall in love right now, but baby I’m still interested, yeah

And I thought writing would make it right, but I was wrong

Ain’t got no «ride or dies» just niggas here to ride along

Nobody ask if I’m alright, they just like «write a song»

I never cry, but please don’t take that as a sign of strong

I’m just not good at being open

I’d rather just bottle all my emotions and wait until the explosion

Which usually results in songs where I’m sounding broken

Cultivating a way to get compensated for coping

But lately I ain’t found shit

I’m doing 105 down the interstate, and I think I’m ‘bout to downshift

And push it to a buck-fifty

And God if my time’s up you can come get me

Cause I been feeling like a waste of space

And I remember on the Calen tape

I said «it's paper, no more paper plates

Ain’t got a day to waste»

Yeah, and take them songs, they ain’t really aging great

Guess I should’ve just worked harder on my fadeaway

Ain’t got no «ride or dies» just niggas here to ride along

Nobody ask if I’m alright, they just like «write a song»

Push it to a buck-fifty, downshift

D-d-d-d, push it to a buck-fifty

Push it to a, push it to a, push it to a

All these niggas ain’t my niggas

Can’t be hanging around no niggas always on some dumb nigga shit, yeah

So many mistakes in the past, but sometimes I’m missing it, yeah

And all these girls ain’t my girls

They just girls hoping they can be my girl when a nigga rich, yeah

I don’t want to fall in love right now, but baby I’m still interested, yeah