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I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" Uh, cold in my eyes, breath stankin' Had a dream I was still in my '89 Lincoln, yeah Woke up, told God I was tryna change the world He said, "Boy, whatchu need? Whatchu thinkin'? (I got it)" I said, "I need to choose" He said, "Check your email" I had a beat there from JuiceBangers That'll work for some inspiration 808s all like a hockey player He said, "Go ahead, it's time to shine now" I'm in your corner like timeout Let the haters go and sleep sound They gon' smell the Folgers when you grind out And, Lord, please forgive me I have envy in my heart Knowing I'm really Your son, wishing I was just a star That was when I was selling mixtapes for gas in my car How dare I look at what I got and say that You ain't gave it all Know the universe all in Your hands, but I got ambition the size of a planet Plus, I'm unqualified like Michael Scott in The Office, but somehow I manage, uh Why would I panic? Woke up right out of a casket Letras de cancionesThis time we 'bout to do damage He got it covered like bandage We in like all of my bandits RMG at it I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I done gave it all to Jesus, but sometime I try to keep it I done came up from the bottom, but I done rocked arenas I'd kill the show, get off stage, and still feel like I'm worthless Maybe I should quit the circus, maybe I forgot my purpose That's that– See, I ain't tryna get down But, boy, this life can kick you right into the ground But I ain't afraid, no Get up and try, day in, day out Ooh That's that dough The kind that'll cook with you if you let it The kind that'll kill you off at a murder scene Get the yellow tape, there's another dream, yeah We done came a long, long way Yeah, I mean a long, long way Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, fried bologna all on a plate (all on a plate) Went from ramen noodles to the real ramen, not the kind with the powder (with the powder!) Now I'm taking mama, get filet mignon with the side of the chowder (clam chowder!) She deserve it Worked a million hours, no off day I want it all So before I die I'm tryna make every week a vacay, yeah (make a vacay!) And if I lose it all, I can't sell a record, know I'm okay, yeah (we good!) 'Cause God got me, yeah, God got me, boy, we okay, yeah (we okay!) So I gotta get it I can't be out here pretending like I ain't tryna win it (woo!) Man, I talked a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna live it, yeah I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" I woke up this morning like "What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me" Oh I ain't gotta worry, no Yeah From Letras Mania