God's Gift

Jean Grae - “God’s Gift” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Masta Ace] [Scratches: Mr. Len] [Intro: Jean Grae] It’s alright. You can get mad. You knew the deal from the get-go. If it’s not you, it’s another bitch. It’s all good. Whatever. Day to day. Bitch to bitch. That’s how we live. Player. What? [Verse 1: Jean Grae] I’m the reason y’all breathe, the reason y’all been here from conception Reason y’all believe in deception and faithfulness I’ll make your destiny and fate twist And when I stop coming around, it’s hatefulness I paint bliss when you with me, have you crying you miss me Lying to your friends that you dissed me. I’m your world Kiss me and the globe turns, sun rise and moon shine Ocean tides shift in just the blink of an eye Game transcends time when I spend with you Spit out incredible bull, lies are exceptional. Think you My prime-time whiz, that I care about your kids The truth this? I don’t give a fuck as long as you is Hit it up until it’s raw, no protection—what for? I know You’re not chicken, only call on me when you fiending for it Only fuck top-notch bitches, dime pieces if they’re Dirt-broke or got riches, single or rock-reachers I’m who you call your man, who you call your fam Who you call late night in a jam, 4:30AM Bawling to me. I’m just plain balling, you see Being with one bitch is boring to me. I say Variety is the fruit of life. It’s not my fault that every woman Is the foolish type, and, after me, you cop An attitude, you ruthless dyke. You fell for it, let The dick call it. Niggas, if you with me, you’re killing ‘em like… [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) “Dumb bitch!” “Play your position!” “Dumb bitch” “Play your position!” [Verse 2: Jean Grae] See this style? Didn’t even use game to get you You know you been open wide off me since the day I met you Never let go of me. When we’re fucking, you love me When we’re in the streets, these motherfucking bitches touch me I think it’s funny you call me your honey. I call you when I’m feeling horny. You say: when I’m not around, your pussy Feeling lonely. I told you, “Never let a bitch own me” Still, you buy me shit: iceberg, Sony, Hitachi And Motorola, Dreamcast, and four controllers Trip to Atlantic City like we’re some high rollers Think you’re gonna lock it down, even write me letters Every time you’re out of town—don’t even read ‘em What the fuck I need a wife for? I lead the life of a free man Told you I was a player since the first hand Been dealt. You want me to meet your family?!? Well, I got Some news for ‘em: if you got sisters, put the move on ‘em Let loose too on ‘em, loose screw on ‘em Mom’s too—even better, get her upon you And your dad know the deal—he’s a nigga. I’m saying the older You get, the better you get at playing—for real [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) “Dumb bitch!” “Play your position!” “Dumb bitch” “Play your position!” [Verse 3: Jean Grae] I’ve had ‘em all, from the whores to good girls galore Twins to wheelchair bitches, freaks to married hoes turned frigid Classy models to pigeons. You’re not special ‘Cause you went across with feelings on another level Another day, another hustle—you’re no different I’m not the daddy for your children. Tell me You’re separated, divorce pending. Listen, the only position You fill with pussy, you’re in. I’ll never spend a dime On you, and my time’s precious. You’re whining on the jack About lack of respect for women. What if my daughter was To grow up, meet a villain like me? You’re bugging—I ain’t got No children. If I did, I’d teach ‘em better than you’ve been Your self-esteem is all fucked, must’ve been busted when Growing up ‘cause pretty bitches know enough And now you’re mad, blowing up. Whatever. Listen I gotta bounce. Your best friend’s on the way to my house [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) “Dumb bitch!” “Play your position!” “Dumb bitch” “Play your position!”