Child of God
[Verse 1]
Man, I fresh out of the jail
I've been fuckin' her, that's true
In the jail like mockingjay
I know some shit can't be true
Not so gently, I'm a rough
Cus, I cannot keep it cool
Not gon flexin' front of my ex
Cus me and her broke too

[Hook]
Come here to settle score
Just to make it 7-2
I'm rappin' bout my life
Know it's 60 percent true
You've been fakin' now you ain't
Bitch, we know who's fuckin' fool
You don't know how rough my life is
You've been misunderstood

[Verse 2]
Bought that bitch a Fashion Nova dress, huh
It ain't nothin' but her money,huh
We fuckin' hard right in her Rari, huh
Now she obsessed with where I live, huh
She'd be dead about a second, huh
Robbin' bank for another Nova dress
And I could buy her another tip toe glass
And It's all nothin' for her wallet
And I'm not flexin'
Cus I got this bitch, pretty sure she'd be awaken
[Hook 2x]
Come here to settle score
Just to make it 7-2
I'm rappin' bout my life
Know it's 60 percent true
You've been fakin' now you ain't
Bitch, we know who's fuckin' fool
You don't know how rough my life is
You've been misunderstood