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God's Grace Video (MV)




Performed By: Trav Marquee
Length: 2:36
Written by: Travis Malone




Trav Marquee - God's Grace Lyrics




Women see me and wanna know how many years on me
I tell em' 30 like its 20 and a 10 on me
I speak truth and keep the devil out the loop
In case karma circle back and try to come around for me
Heavy is the head, Illmatic because the crown on me
Rising up for anybody looking down on me
God's grace I'm growing through my mistakes
God's grace look my demons right in they
Impatient and my heard jaded
Sob stories that they sending, my reply, damn that shit crazy
Sorry love but I cant save ya'
Emotions is unavailable lets try later
Yea
Baby bye bye
Keep your head high
I know you got dreams of Ruth Chris and Prada
All I got got you is Coney Dogs and Sada
I can't even act like I love you, it's not the right time
Women on lifetime probation
Hoes see me out and they heads all turn in rotation
Keep my brothers tapes in rotation
We don't support each other, how the f*ck is niggas ever supposed to make it
So gracious, Gods grace, I'm so grateful
Lord knows I'm the purest of souls
Dark spots starting to show, like it's covered in mold
Hot summer, tell the truth I ain't trusting these hoes
Even the ones that play the holiest part
Cards I was dealt, I knew this game was rigged from the start
F*ck the, corporate ladder, I chose to climb up the charts
Cup look mulatto from mixing light with the dark
Yea
Dusse, Patron and Henny
Like I said, third decade in it
Black boy bucking the system, I go against conventional wisdom
Head so far in the clouds, that's how I know the sky is the limit
Remember watching Jigga freestyle with Big Tigg in the basement
Funny now that's where I bury these niggas
I silence the lambs, forensic exams, blood on my hands
From bumbaclots planning to stick a knife in the man
Ghost in my city but that's really by choice
Still they wait on my release like the Mueller report
Trump Tower, Polo all on my shorts
A metaphor for, everyday a nigga on his high horse
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Women see me and wanna know how many years on me
I tell em' 30 like its 20 and a 10 on me
I speak truth and keep the devil out the loop
In case karma circle back and try to come around for me
Heavy is the head, Illmatic because the crown on me
Rising up for anybody looking down on me
God's grace I'm growing through my mistakes
God's grace look my demons right in they
Impatient and my heard jaded
Sob stories that they sending, my reply, damn that shit crazy
Sorry love but I cant save ya'
Emotions is unavailable lets try later
Yea
Baby bye bye
Keep your head high
I know you got dreams of Ruth Chris and Prada
All I got got you is Coney Dogs and Sada
I can't even act like I love you, it's not the right time
Women on lifetime probation
Hoes see me out and they heads all turn in rotation
Keep my brothers tapes in rotation
We don't support each other, how the f*ck is niggas ever supposed to make it
So gracious, Gods grace, I'm so grateful
Lord knows I'm the purest of souls
Dark spots starting to show, like it's covered in mold
Hot summer, tell the truth I ain't trusting these hoes
Even the ones that play the holiest part
Cards I was dealt, I knew this game was rigged from the start
F*ck the, corporate ladder, I chose to climb up the charts
Cup look mulatto from mixing light with the dark
Yea
Dusse, Patron and Henny
Like I said, third decade in it
Black boy bucking the system, I go against conventional wisdom
Head so far in the clouds, that's how I know the sky is the limit
Remember watching Jigga freestyle with Big Tigg in the basement
Funny now that's where I bury these niggas
I silence the lambs, forensic exams, blood on my hands
From bumbaclots planning to stick a knife in the man
Ghost in my city but that's really by choice
Still they wait on my release like the Mueller report
Trump Tower, Polo all on my shorts
A metaphor for, everyday a nigga on his high horse
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Writer: Travis Malone
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