You Need God Songtext
von Key!

Yeah
Yeah, yes sir, yeah
Okay, yeah
You know, yeah
You know, yeah
You know, yeah, ayy

Life′s a trip, ain't it?
If you can trip off life, I need a hit, ain′t it?
If you got more than one life, is you a cat, nigga?
I don't know who they is, but I am that nigga

Okay, I popped me a whatcha call it, need more water
Okay, shut up sons, I got one daughter
Okay, chin up, hun, 'cause you can do better
Okay, I ain′t seen nothin′, heard nothin' just like I′m Helen Keller

Okay, I'm talkin′ sugar bread
Ever since I ate it, I can't get it out my fuckin′ head
And I ain't talk and tell
Whole fam on my back just like some fuckin' pay


My girl, she talk in runway pieces now
I′m from the A where peace is fucking gone
I′m from the A where all my bitches thick
We all players, baby, take your fuckin' pick

Damn, I want everything like the once-ler
I got young niggas smackin′ shit like the cucumbas
I just went to church and they was harmonizin'
Plus I got it on me like I′m advertisin'

Damn, roll the weed, dog
Damn this god, man they got the big dog
Damn, I need the Bentley, I′m a big dog
Damn, roll the weed, dog

I mean you're going through hell right now, and you're needin′ God

I told the bitch she will never understand me
I′m high just like the pilot, first class, I just landed
My check will cost the cost a key
I African my diamonds, and my hoodie Japanese
My bitch a ratchet, I don't like the model hoes
I′m indecisive, I can't pick, so I need both of those
I look like I serve crack, diamonds white, this stripper black
Used to eat McDonald′s, now, when hungry, I just grab the MAC
It's just me and you, and I ain′t goin', so that's gon′ be that


You try to be me, you should try to be realistic
All the guns got switches, we ain′t trippin', we trip with it
Bitch so bad that I had to put my dick in it
Every time I′m in the trap house, nigga, it's a lick in it
I told the jeweler I′m a plug, put a brick in it
Car automatic, but I got a stick in it
This bitch so bad, I had to let my bitch hit it
Call the coupe royal flush 'cause I got that shit in it

You know, yeah
You know, yeah
You know, yeah
Ayy
Ayy, I think you′re goin' through hell right now
And you're needin′ God to walk the middle
But God does not only hear (the fuck you mean you don′t know DJ Marc B?)
But God