ON GOD - Instrumental

On the grind 'til I sweat no time for the sex

For the sex

Been focused on a check tryna make somethin' stretch

Tryna make somethin' stretch

By myself at best nigga s know I'm a threat

Came in the game comin' at everybody's neck

Everybody's neck

Game on lock

On lock

Remember days had to run from the jakes with dope in my sock

Got a cherry on top

Top

Scope no stock for the cream on the crop

Grr

Knock him off his block

Grr grr grr

Kill your favorite rapper get away with a murder

With a murder

Bumpin' his tape but I left him unheard of

Unheard of

Lyrically I mean 'fore the police start searchin'

Start searchin'

All these RICO's got me talkin' with a girdle

Talkin' with a girdle

Old b***h switchin' I ain't trippin'

I ain't trippin'

Call me nonfiction I'm the realest

I'm the realest

Give her d**k now she want dealings

Want dealings

Favorite sneaky link caught feelings

Caught feelings

Wrong time my mind focused on a milli

On a milli

Too fine but I hope you fine with it

Fine with it

On the grind I'm the dyin' breed of the realest

Of the realest

Life on the line is you gon' die with me

Die with me

Take a hit with me when I get low

Low

Put the brick in the stove

Stove

When the police hit the door

Door

Will you blick with me when the opps get close

Close

On the run can you go ghost in a different coast

Let's go

All night in the streets

Street yeah

All day duckin' me

Roll your opps for you

You

You'll get high off me

Ayy

Dreams to reality

Then it turns to millis

I love that for you

I love you for me

On God

I'ma ride with you forever

On God

On God

Gonna fight this shit together

On God

On God

I'ma ride with you forever

On God

On God

Gonna fight this shit together

Aye on G-O-D can you P-O-P

P

Hold it down for me knee-deep in the street tryna get out

Seen RIP's fourteen lost Gino

Fourteen lost Gino

But death come with this shit what we know

We know

Life like casinos

Soul can get broke if soul ain't got no hope

No hope

Niggas can't cope so they smoke dope yeah

Car full of hitters on go

Grr

Pop the first song a nigga know

A nigga know

Aim for the head **** your body

Body

Every nigga with me for a robbery

Robbery

Switches on the Glock nigga ready

Ready

Thirty shots or better ridin' heavy

Heavy

Whole life sentence in this Chevy

Chevy

Peanut butter jam a nigga jelly

Ma Deuce trippin' 'bout the dope

She say it got the whole house stank

If the people come and hit the door

We gettin' kicked out of section eight

Whip it real hard and 'til we live it real large

Real large

A hundred M's strong the dead homies live on

All night in the streets

Street yeah

All day duckin' me

Roll your opps for you

You

You'll get high off me

Ayy

Dreams to reality

Then it turns to millis

I love that for you

I love you for me

On God

I'ma ride with you forever

On God

On God

Gonna fight this shit together

On God

On God

I'ma ride with you forever

On God

On God

Gonna fight this shit together

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