Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yeah, momma used to talked, talked to
God is good
Wake up, give thanks
Fine wife to the left
Head cut, rent paid
Why God keep blessing?
He don't ever take a L
So why I keep stressing?
W's on swole
Ok, God keep flexin'

[Chorus]
Mama told me, all the time
God is good, all the time
Mama told me, all the time
God is good, all the time
All the time
All the time
God is good, all the time
All the time
All the time
I tell you God ain't good, I'd be lyin'

[Post-Chorus]
Lowkey lit
Highkey lit
Lowkey lit (flexin')
Whole squad be lit
Lowkey lit
Highkey lit
Lowkey lit (flexin')
Whole squad be lit

[Verse 2]
I been up for like 2 weeks
Grindin' in the daytime
Jimmy Fallon while you sleep
Diggin' roots on the late night
Stayin' trill absolutely
Crooked stick in a straight line
Phone ringin' like ohway (brrr)
That's my wife on FaceTime
I don't wanna bling-blow
I don't onomatopoeia (nope)
LeBron from the same town
So I'm tryna buy a KIA
Ak-town to A-Town (what up?)
Fly thirty thousand feet up
Still ridin' for 3-3-0
Curt, tell them boys we up
Momma said I had the juice
She always said I was a leader
She said I just need a boost
So I went and bought Adidas
EMC undefeat
Three stripes on heels
Kings of Kings on the tree
These stripes, I'm healed
They say I'm out of control
The way I talk about Christ (Jesus)
But ain't no way to control what brings dead men to life
I'ma just say what I seen
Cause I done witnessed a blessing
I'm not afraid of a thing (nope)
I'm under witness protection
You can't put your hand on the Bible and say we ain't flexing
How you gon' handle the title? He got the waviest section
Oh, you poppin' on IG
You probably bought followers (hah)
Let me tell 'bout God G and how He bought followers
In the words of Chance, I talk to God in public
But I'm tryna feed my fam
I talk to God in Publix
Tell 'em God is all I know
Ain't no stoppin' that (nope)
And I only got one goal
Half-court soccer match
Don't you know the game fixed?
Ain't no way you could fail
2-3, Game Six (Jordan)
Ain't no takin' no L's
2-3, Game Seven (Bron Bron)
Came back from 3-1
Son of Man in the grave, and raised after three suns

[Bridge]
Wake up, give thanks
Fine wife to the left
Head cut, rent paid
Why God keep blessing?
He don't ever take an L
So why I keep stressing?
W's on swole
Ok, God keep flexin'

[Chorus]
Mama told me, all the time
God is good, all the time
Mama told me, all the time
God is good, all the time
All the time
All the time
God is good, all the time
All the time
All the time
I tell you God ain't good, I'd be lyin'

[Post-Chorus]
Lowkey lit
Highkey lit
Lowkey lit (flexin')
Whole squad be lit
Lowkey lit
Highkey lit
Lowkey lit (flexin')
Whole squad be lit