On God Lyrics

Forty-some

Oh, you know some

Little nigga was gon' be dead

But my struggle

I shoot it

Put it in a coffin

Playin' on weekends and the time is so much stuff for club

Love hustle boys and so young that

Yeh get round, yeh the bevel club

Time to go to sleep, don't ask me why cause you know what's up

Remember not to hate cause it can reach you and that's on God

Pray my life is not for everybody

So need be a angel by force

Tryna get my best, I see no picture and that's on God

She ask if I need the money, tell the big that yes of course

And she will be my boss

Yes of course

And that's on God

I know that what yeh count on, what I'm ready say yah yeh beckon on

A man yah yeh think to yeh, send KVS shit and KM phone on

Sheldon see me, old baby don't leave yeh

Osiru, Fadi, Bamku

Been my day, sent to Kakra, Hunta, Kakra

But first class I'm yah pat-a-pa

N-E-B-U-K-U-M-B-A-N-K-U-M

This year I ska more than more than just trust the pros and for that's on God

Pulling up in a sick whip, trust the pros and for that's on God

Vans they ain't one the way

Buying all the candles, all planned by the Father's day

This is how we go, so what else should I say

Praying for good things but can't forget bad days

Tryna get my best, I see no picture and that's on God

She ask if I need the money, tell the big that yes of course

And she will be my boss

Yes of course

And that's on God

Tryna get my best, I see no picture and that's on God

She ask if I need the money, tell the big that yes of course

And she will be my boss

Yes of course

And that's on God

That's on God

Drag pong

I say drag pong

And it went ring ring

Hello God, can you hear me

I want black bands for my sweet mom

In the street house by the seaside

I don't ask for a lot more

Cause I know that's a big blessing

We were born as winners

But for some reason it is time now

When I make it then go hard, I go home

Alhamdulillah regardless

So remember not to squeeze trigger

R.I.P my friend, my power

But that shit made me went deeper

I wanna feed the family

Never think that I'm a fame seeker

But to tell you I still keep a distance

Cause I know that bitch she a gold digger

Tryna get my best, I see no picture and that's on God

She ask if I need the money, tell the big that yes of course

And she be my boss

Yes of course

And that's on God

Tryna get my best, I see no picture and that's on God

She ask if I need the money, tell the big that yes of course

And she be my boss

Yes of course

And that's on God

And that's on God

That's a king

That's a king

Tell them

Tell them

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That's a cop

That's a cop