Saint - G.O.D Lyrics

Ima try my hardest to explain what i went through
Like runnin' from your problems don't mean they can't catch you
That's facts too
Can't handle the fat truth
Listen
This is where I start reminiscin'
I remember two pure souls sittin in class
Talkin cross the room just seeing the time pass
We were livin everyday like it was the last
Forgetting the past
And if it were to end why would we ask
You told me that you were movin
Something had to be proven
We both knew we were coolin
Nothing meant to be ruined
But life wasn't so soothin
Wasn't flying nor cruisin
No idea what we doin
But you would rather be shootin
Why did you let go of me
Why did you go
I got six shots in my chest can't you see
I was selling good shit for the low
Don't you ever think about my life
You gotta get on your grind
Worrying about my death is a double edged knife
Hurting yourself is what you'll find
Cause i am your GOD