God Bless The Child (GBTC) Lyrics

I be tryna find the words but I can’t say nothing
Mi live a fast fast life but I ain’t made nothing
If I be money miss road tell me how you go know ?
I hustle everything I made on my own
And we smoking on the loud praying that we gon blow
Shey we go make am? o we still never know
But I know that

God bless the child that has his own
Even if you from a broken home
Hustle go to get up in your zone
Oh na! Bless the child that has his own
Even if you from a broken home
Hustle go to get up in your zone

Yeah my mama she be looking out for me
I hear the blessings every time the lady speaks
I’m still your boy but I’m the man up in these streets
Ya understand me ya understand me
My humble father sef be looking out for me
We no dey yan too much we no dey speak
E dey back if trouble jam me for the street
Ya understand me that one na family

God bless the child that has his own
Even if you from a broken home
Hustle go to get up in your zone
Oh na! God bless the child that has his own
Even if you from a broken home
Hustle go to get up in your zone
Oh na

Man make the money money never make the man
If a nigga tell you different he ain’t made no money man
Man make the money money never make the man
If a nigga tell you different he ain’t made no money man

I know I haven’t seen my father in bout 30 days
Tryna get the money In bout 30 ways
I just hope he understand me
Sacrifices for the family
Although I haven’t seen my mom in a couple weeks

Blessing falling on me every time she speaks
I just hope she understand me
Sacrifices for the family
I’m a friend I’m a son I’m brother too
And everything you want for me you know I want for you
I’m a friend I’m a son I’m brother too
And everything you want for me you know I want it too
Want it too

God bless the child that has his own
Even if you from a broken home
Hustle go to get up in your zone
Oh na! God bless the child that has his own
Even if you from a broken home
Hustle go to get up in your zone