Bodega Bamz - God Like [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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]