God Don't Make Mistakes - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Sometimes I wonder

Be havin' shit on my mind, nigga ya know

Got questions

Some of these questions, I know the answer to

Some of these shits, I don’t know the answer to

But look

What if I was still on Doat Street sellin' crack?

What if I was in that car with Lavar when Doe Boy got clapped?

What if that was me, shot in my back?

When feds ran in Dom house and found a brick, what if that was my pack?

What if I was stuck in the prison with numbers

Knowin' these niggas wouldn’t answer even if they did give me they number

Would I go to my moms and give her a hundred?

And put some money on my commissary, sometimes I sit and I wonder

What if I went with Rocko that night?

He had a show in Carolina, he like, «Bro, fuck with me, let’s do it right»

What if I went?

That shit would’ve changed a lot of events

But instead of goin', I flew back to Buff' to record with French

Song never happened, so what?

Fuck it, I called a bitch

My niggas hit me like, «Let's go out tonight, shit gon' be lit»

I said, «I'm good», but I wonder what made me change my mind

'Cause it was foggy as a bitch that night, I felt a bad vibe

But fuck it, nigga, let’s ride, I’m with the homies, we got blicks

Niggas already know what’s up 'cause all my niggas with the shit

Left the club, I don’t know how I ended up in the whip

I had a bitch I should’ve had at the telly suckin' my dick

Was in the driveway with my niggas and Lulu when I got hit

Everything happens for a reason, but I’m just sayin' what if

What if I never got shot in the head?

I couldn’t get sleep that night, might drop a tear in that hospital bed

Thinkin' it’s over with a rock and a mic

They told me I’d be paralyzed neck down, what if the doctor was right?

Nigga, I walked out that hospital twice

My mother said I died both times, guess I did the impossible twice

Sometimes I wonder, if this Bells Palsy didn’t paralyze my grill in

Would there still be murals of my face painted on sides of buildings?

I mean, would I still be rhymin' brilliant?

They say I provide the feeling but would my story still inspire millions?

Would Alchemist ever find us?

Would DJ Clark Kent co-sign us?

Would Paul and Eminem have signed us?

Huh?

I mean, we went from whippin' shit on the stove to pictures with HOV

The vision was bro’s

In basketball terms, I pick and I roll

I give and I go, I get to the hole

Get the assist with my bros, I’m the one liftin' the load

I do the scorin', my nigga, I’m bringin' the chip to my home

Machine, bitch

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder

Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me?

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder

Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under?

Or will these streets take me under?

Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under?

Or will these streets take me under?

Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under?

You know God don’t make mistakes baby

All them raps and stuff that you wrote it’s cool

All the paper that I used to buy and I thought you was doing your lessons

You was writing raps

God don’t make mistakes

This is for you baby, you come on back to me

Lord, please give me my son back, Lord