Текст песни On God - Berner , Dave East , R-Mean

I'm on LA TIME
6 AM FLIGHT
I figured I put out something before this shit drop
P2
Found 2 leave these molly pages
Still paranoid nigga
On God
My niggas gat grams
My bitches got checks
Just counted another hundred you niggas look stressed
Ima smoke a pound then break down the rest
Niggas iffy got my Glitzy I just found a vest
I pray to God that I don't die tonight
We must make somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ain't riding right
Ain't gat no time to hate on nobody I got a life
Bitch am on the Forbes list for real
Maserati or the Porsche just to chill
Honestly I could have bought niggas deals
Traumatized I know how a corpse really feel
I'll stand over your casket make sure that you gone
We coming to your house when nobody's home
If you put out a hit then they'll copy your song
If you diss me on a record, we follow you home
What e do? What's goodie?
I ain't got to pull it out I throw this shit right thru my hoodie
I be on the stage with the fullies
I had grams all in my pocket getting jail calls from bully
Dirty South trapping I'll never forget bush
Cocaine on my side forever gon get cooked
Promoter with the Yola forever gon get booked
Kidnap him for that paper whoever gon get Took
On God
Put my hood up on the freshman cover
Real niggas round me I don't stand next to suckers
I just found out Gucci got a leather Bubble
Go to sleep with my chains on I need a extra cover
I know what the lex do
Jump out in a sweat suit
Hoodie string tied tight
Run up imma stretch you
The plug tried to call me, hung up like ima text you
I be on my own shit,I don't care what the rest do
These niggas be cuffing don't be shocked if they arrest you
Bullets like you going Scooba diving, get a wet suit
These niggas be thinking they the best?
Shit I'm the best too
Fuck who got the best crew
Stand still when the Guns move
Drake you my nigga but this new penthouse got the best views
Flushed out the product and washed my hands like it's a restroom
Diddy be Wilding like DC styling that's my best goon
The laws of power teach you don't let them know your next move
I'ma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else
Hit my old bitch she say young bull you're something else
I'm here for the money for the cash 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, they taught I was gonna melt
I was 17 when I found out how that money felt
Everybody had grams that shit made me wanna sell
I'ma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else
Hit my old bitch she say young bull you're something else
I'm here for the money for the cash 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, they taught I was gonna melt
I was 17 when I found out how that money felt
Everybody had grams that shit made me wanna sell
On God
That shit made me wanna sell
Everybody had grams
That shit made me wanna sell
I'ma motivate the streets,
If I don't do nothing else
Everybody had grams
That shit made me wanna sell
Border
From the dirt
Harlem