Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On God, artist - R-MEAN. Album song The Warning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pentagon
Song language: English
On God |
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 |