On God

[Verse:]

Huh, feel my pain

Yow, they try to box me in

I said the brand start to busting

Try to blind me with the Benz

But I ain’t no mother fucking puppet

Sell my soul to be a star, nigga I ain’t signing nothing

I was raised up in the streets, a matter a fact I’m still toughing

You’re my mother fucking nigga

You don’t wanna see me young

Quit telling me shit rough, why you spending on these hoes

You tell me it your fault, but never get an answer

So fuck hating your phone, imma go X you off my calendar

You niggas are amateurs, bitch niggas with money

Born and raised in the city, but your mind in the country

Just know it won’t be long till my paper get wiped

And when that paper write, I’m sending hits on site

And fuck all that brother shit, ball and some other shit

Never been a bitch nigga, baller ain’t to be fucked with

Bust you till my gun click, grinding till am done with

Four five where the nut sit, right here in these dicky bitch

Yeah