God Gave Me Style

Album: The Massacre (2005)
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  • God gave me style, God gave me grace
    God give me style, God give me grace
    God put a smile on my face
    Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
    God make me shine like the sun
    God make me shine like the sun
    Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
    Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

    It ain't my fault, I just reach for style
    I'm hot, I breaks it down
    It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
    The way I break it down

    Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
    But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
    When my CD's drop, they sell the best
    You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
    I'm a track star runnin' through life chasin' my dreams
    Best deal I made was tradin' the mic for that triple beam
    I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell
    If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?
    I need more answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell
    Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
    Don't much good come from me, but my music
    It's a gift given from God, so I'ma use it yeah

    God gave me style, God gave me grace
    God give me style, God give me grace
    God put a smile on my face
    Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
    God make me shine like the sun
    God make me shine like the sun
    Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
    Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

    It ain't my fault, I just reach for style
    I'm hot, I breaks it down
    It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
    The way I break it down

    Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself
    Bunch of niggas around, I'm still by myself
    I drift off on a cloud, by myself
    Thinkin' 'bout nothin' more, than life, what else?
    These days it's hard to tell who really cares for me
    So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
    I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
    If times are hard when you hear it, know you'll be okay
    A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time
    You're out the hood, that's good, now stay on the grind
    I'm a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I absorb fast
    I'm in a class by myself, you do the math

    God gave me style, God gave me grace
    God give me style, God give me grace
    God put a smile on my face
    Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
    God make me shine like the sun
    God make me shine like the sun
    Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
    Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

    (It ain't my fault) Yeah
    Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake
    (It ain't my fault) Creflo Dollar, TD Jakes
    Bishop Eddie L. Long. Easy-L shorty. Ha ha
    Wooo! Feels good
    Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Morton
    'Cause my mama'll kill me, ha ha Writer/s: Curtis Jackson, Khari Cain, Leonard Caston, Theresa G McFaddin
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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