TCBCHASE - Gods Play Lyrics

I can't help you with your past when God made the plate
And you poured all that you had, now your glass empty
Ayy, these niggas copy-paste
Probably went through my shit just to find her page
Used to bagging dimes, but now I roll the eighth
Ayy run the play , take a flight, I don't know
Turks and Caics , ayy where you stay
If it feel right, you can pull up on it late
I was poppin' pills, shit ain't feel right
Every time I cop that pack from Bill, that bitch sealed tight
Every time she tell me that she love me, it don't feel right
I'm Still runnin' from love, got my heart feelin' real ice
Yeah, and I can't help you with your past when God made the play
And you paid extra for them bags just to get on the plane
Told them that you livin' fast, so you rollin' up slow
You said that you on they ass, but they aint think you was for sure
Ayy, throw the pass, man, these folks can't guard me
Bro walkin' with that mask, he one man army
Yeah, I'm a shark, ayy, that's among these fish
Ayy, heart turn cold, same temp as my wrist
But I can't help you with your past when God made the play
You still worry about your last when I'm here to stay
And you still rollin' up that gas when you need to hit the brakes
They been tellin' me to pass, but a nigga wear the 8(KOBE)