God Bless the Child (feat. Styles P)
Oswin Benjamin
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Styles P verse 1 Benjamin Ghost Yeah How many times should I pray a day Cause I don't even sleep I just stay awake Hard being the players that the players hate Lex got the band aids I ain't tryna flex I'm just tryna get a check In this new GTS so I can break gravity and speed while I medicate I'm the bomb I ain't detonate Plant base will f*ck around and poison your pepper steak Gun shot to the informants Everything Irie Everything enormous Grew up on them corners Now we in the acres What we got is sacred You wit it or you not wit it Oswin them Benjamin's will have the whole block clickin' yeah (Say we nuh talk wit nuh Babylon) We ain't got a flight but it's work in the carry on Hit me twice with the 45. Told him to carry on yeah Hook Say we no talk wit no Babylon The gun shot for the informer Lord My motha irie My father irie But God bless the child that can hold his own Man a talk wit too many people dem You never see the snakes till the grass cut off So tell me mother not fi take no worry Cause God bless the child that can hold his own Oswin Verse 2 I'm just a good nigga Surrounded by hood niggas Who never learned to pull out But learned how to pull triggers Who believe in the almighty dollar before their Heavenly Father Not knowing when they leave they can't take it with them We been the generation of degenerates Children knocking grown men out cause' they bored So never play the games if you ain't got them hands bro The only g code respected can't be gravity Half of these niggas willing to flat line for what they stand for Damn God Ain't hard to believe Been trusting hoes that been swallowing sends since Adam and Eve My momma told this Moses that council can be his cure or his virus So make sure that your staff ain't your disease Parted ways wit niggas Boys turn to men on a bended knee I had to pray for niggas Wisdom and selfish on a scale I couldn't wait for niggas Second to none look at this shot clock I can't play with niggas Muted emotions what can I say to niggas Lord Hook Say we no talk wit no Babylon The gun shot for the informer Lord My motha irie My father irie But God bless the child that can hold his own Man a talk wit too many people dem You never see the snakes till the grass cut off So tell me mother not fi take no worry Cause God bless the child that can hold his own Had to lose the fake to find out what the real about Had to lose some wisdom just to get my feelings out Found the road to righteousness along the sinners route Same nigga but they looking at me different now (2x)
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Written by: DAVID STYLES, DOMINIQUE SMITH, OSWIN GODFREY BENJAMIN, SHAROD RANDOLPH
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