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On God – Dave East

My niggas got grams, my bitches got checks
Just counted another hundred
You niggas look stressed
Imma smoke a pound and bring down the rest
Niggas iffy got my glizzy, I just found a vest
I pray to God that I don't die tonight
We gone make somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you they ain't riding 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 gone 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
Getting jail calls from bully
30 side trapping, I'll never forget bush
Cocaine on my side forever gone get cooked
Promoter with the Yolla forever gone get booked
Kidnapped 'em for that paper
Whoever gone 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 [?] Lex coupe
Jump out in a sweat suit
Hoodie strings tied tight
Run up I'ma stretch you
The plug tried to call me
Hanged up like imma text you
I'll be on my own shit
I don't care what the rest do
These niggas be coffin
Don't be shocked if they arrest you
Bullets like you going scuba diving
Get a wetsuit
These niggas be thinking them 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
And wash my hands like it's a restroom
Ddb wilding like DC styling that's my best goon
The levels of power teach you don't let 'em know your next move
Imma 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
I 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
I 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

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