On God - R-MEAN, Berner, Dave East

My niggas got grams, my bitches got checks

Just counted another hundred, you niggas look stressed

I’ma smoke a pound and break down the rest

Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just found a vest

I pray to God that I don’t die tonight

We gon' make somebody cry tonight

Them niggas with you, they ain’t ridin' right

Ain’t got no time to hate on nobody, I got a life

Bitch, I’m on the Forbes list for real

Mazzetti or the Porche just to chill

Honestly, I could have bought niggas deals

Traumatized, I know how a corpse really feel

I stand over your casket, make sure that you gone

We flocked and run in houses when nobody home

If you put out a hit, they gon' copy your song

If you diss me on a record, we follow you home

Uh, what it do?

What’s goodie?

I ain’t got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie

I be on the stage with the fully, I got grams all in my pocket, gettin' jail

calls from bully

30 side trappin', I’ll never forget bush

Cocaine on my side, forever gon' get cooked

Promoter with the Yolla, forever gon' get booked

Kidnapped 'em for that paper, whoever gon' get took

On God, threw my hood up on the freshman cover

Real niggas by me, I can’t stand next to suckers

I just found out Gucci got a leather bubble

Go to sleep with my chain on, I need an extra cover

I’m the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a sweat suit

Hoodie strings tied tight, run up, I’ma stretch you

The plug tried to call me, hung up like, «I'ma text you»

I be on my own shit, I don’t care what the rest do

These niggas be cuffin', don’t be shocked if they arrest you

Bullets like you goin' scuba diving, get a wetsuit

These niggas be thinking they the best, shit, I’m the best too

Fuck who got the best crew, stand still when the tech move

Drake, you my nigga but this penthouse got the best «views»

Flush out the product then wash my hands like it’s a restroom

Ddb wilding like DC styling, that’s my best goon

The laws of power teach you don’t let 'em know your next move

I’ma motivate the streets if I don’t do nothing else

Hit my old bitch, she said, «Young boy, you something else»

I’m here for the money for the cash, I don’t want nothing else

Do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt

Now I’ll just be blowing money, I just bought another belt

Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt

I was 17 when I found out how that money felt

Everybody had grams that, shit made me want to sell

I’ma motivate the streets if I don’t do nothing else

Hit my old bitch, she said, «Young boy, you something else»

I’m here for the money for the cash, I don’t want nothing else

Do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt

Now I just be blowing money, I just bought another belt

Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt

I was 17 when I found out how that money felt

Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell

On God

That shit made me want to sell

Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell

I’ma motivate the streets, if I don’t do nothing else

Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell