Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ovadose, artist - Şevin. Album song Rather Die Than Deny, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: God Over Money
Song language: English
Ovadose |
Yuh |
We riding like a roller coaster |
Catch a body for the body |
Lemme Holy Ghost ya |
Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia |
God is the product bruh let me overdose ya |
Yuh |
We riding like a roller coaster |
Catch a body for the body |
Lemme Holy Ghost ya |
Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia |
God is the product so let me overdose ya |
Yuh |
Ay |
City lights dancing off the clear coat |
Decorate to land it |
It’s so scandalous and so rancid |
Kids get ransomed up on pure coke |
Broken system bruh |
You just another gear spoke |
And the hood’ll use you then spew you |
Like a clear throat |
Real smoke |
I ain’t have to sit up in the class to learn |
That poverty will do you something similar to acid burn |
Cuz it eats you alive just like a massive worm |
Til fo' bucks you’ll go nuts like a sack of sperm |
I kept grass up in my trunk like a pachyderm |
Til I met Christ and then my life took a massive turn |
Still making profit same hustle just changed the product |
Still relevant in my element cuz I ain’t forgot it |
Lord willin' my children will never see me in a prison cell |
Ain’t gotta throw away my life to see us living well |
Faith brought heaven to my living hell, huh |
And plus I stay on point like a driven nail |
Jesus is the rock I’m just a stepping stone |
And He can get you off that high without no methadone |
He calls the shot I’m just a megaphone |
He’s the driver |
He’s the whip and He’s The Way |
Everything to get us home |
Yuh |
We riding like a roller coaster |
Catch a body for the body |
Lemme Holy Ghost ya |
Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia |
God is the product bruh let me overdose ya |
Yuh |
We riding like a roller coaster |
Catch a body for the body |
Lemme Holy Ghost ya |
Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia |
God is the product so let me overdose ya |
Yuh |
Real |
And thanks to Christ ya’ll |
Elevated from a land where most are celled or made it |
Rollin' dice posted holding cannons getting hella faded |
Where there’s hella hatred |
A cell awaits em |
Hell is celebrated |
I planned to fail at greatness guess my standard’s elevated |
Was young and dumb I flew the coop |
All I knew was whoop |
Would slide with a few that shoot |
And almost died to pursue that loot |
Locked and load with a semi thang in a nucci coupe |
My poppa told me I could be anything but a roody poo |
Poppin' 'yac |
Toss it back trying to soothe this mood |
Coppin' sacks trying to get my pockets fat |
As that buddhist dude |
But now I’m moving proof God is on the top |
And He can solve the problems on our block |
No Rubix cube |
The Father’s God the Son is Lord |
The Holy Ghost is regal |
He’s on the throne and you are not |
Bruh ya’ll ain’t close to equal |
This world is soaked in evil and so deceitful |
To the point most these hopeless people |
Don’t even notice evil cuz of they gloat cerebral |
And Jesus took the burden out the dead it’s gone |
So if you’re searchin' He’s the person you should bet it on |
'Far as the serpent we could get it on |
My faith is like a hood inside a rock |
Set in stone |
Yuh |
We riding like a roller coaster |
Catch a body for the body |
Lemme Holy Ghost ya |
Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia |
God is the product bruh let me overdose ya |
Yuh |
We riding like a roller coaster |
Catch a body for the body |
Lemme Holy Ghost ya |
Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia |
God is the product so let me overdose ya |