"Talk To God" lyrics

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why?

They be like
"That bitch fake and lately I heard she been bleaching"
Yeah
I just look at these hoes like "Y'all still reaching?"
Yeah
And I admit that maybe I give them a reason
Yeah
They always screaming "Next year gon' be their season,"
Nah
And if you really knew the bitches that you look up to
Them hoes faker than the silicone in these boobs
Man, fuck a red carpet, gimme my just due
'Cause my numbers don't lie, but the industry do

Spending so much time talking crazy 'bout
Something y'all hoes don't know shit about
Living out your life on the Internet
While I spend my time getting to the checks

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why, oh why?

Bet you wanna see the tears fall
From my eyes
Ain't my doing, it ain't my fault
Talk to God
Talk to God
God

Why you mad, with ya ugly ass starting something?
I slick my baby hairs down, so I ain't stressing nothing
Always trying to make me be the girl that I used to be
I done outdid all them hoes you seen on TV with me!
Throwing shots when you know your chin ain't strong
Standing taller than you bitches with no heels on
They make it hard when you do this at this level
I put in time to spend that million on that bezel

Spending so much time talking crazy 'bout
Something y'all hoes don't know shit about
Living out your life on the Internet
While I spend my time getting to the checks

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why, oh why?

All them Tweets and IG's accusing me
You will never really seen what that did to me
How you gon' like me when you don't like yourselves?
Y'all need some help, help
If this was church I would take it to the altar
A few years ago I probably woulda fought ya

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why, oh why?

Bet you wanna see the tears fall
From my eyes
Ain't my doing, it ain't my fault
Talk to God
Talk to
Talk to
(Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask Him why I'm fly)
It ain't my fault