On God (Remix)

[Hook]

You know I gotta get it

Trying to eat

Fast money sound delicous

Before I lay me down I and sleep

I pray this guap don´t stop for me

Because if not I´m finna fade away

And bro I put that on god

Oh god oh God

I Put that on god

I Put that on God

Oh God Oh God

Nola I put that on god

[Verse 1: Kevo Da Kid]

Look hey bro I put this shit on god

I preach the truth and my shit in my shit, like I could teach a deacon my job damn You cold

I know but my focus now is my guap

Since my moma, popa and team

These niggas gotta survive fuck these hoes

Your right

We gotta get to it

Hell yeah we go through money

That cause to get it we gotta go through it

Hell yeah I gotta knock out a verse

Take a beat then beat that till it´s useless

Bring that heat, no air to defuse it

Hell nah hell yeah I own this

Damn they got my sis behind some bullshit

Say you chill because you pay this price

Ash ring around your neck

If I'm on you 'bout some money, you fin to lookin' stupid, cause before my fam goes hungry, I'ma put your family through it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Yeah Soulo but I ain't come by myself let me explain

If you hate for heavens sake go to hell

Pastor herb pass the herb you know I need it

Yes I do blew through a hundred racks last year

I ain't know what to do but now I get like 8 or so

Ain´t never been on radio (soulo)

Chilling with a vixen that you probably seen before

My life is like a movie you bet you´ve seen this scene before

Across between menace to society the end of da vinci code

Oh god! Praise to the most high

Life´s sweet but I´m smoking sour

Check your rollie the game is ours

Oh God don´t get your whole crew crucified

Kevos the kid and I´m Jesus Christ with a Mic

Nigga get it right

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Never saw me? You ain´t seen fire

Get in the both

I´m finna wreck it like a teen driving

Reach higher, you tip-toeing on a string wire

Same a tire so why is it that i seem flyest

Hes a lier, I ain´t messing with me i´m molesting the beat

Take a second or three to pressure release cause your next for defeat

Wow, ain´t none of yáll stopping me at the ground for a pot to pee

Took a lot from me

Came from the bottom ain´t no pornography

Follow me worked this so hard and so well

City to city in different hotels

Stated my lane and i stayed in my trail

My haters I know them so well, swell

It makes you want to smack you lips

And master the action flick

Your bashfulness tells me that your mad and pissed,sad and sick

Sometimes i bragg abit

Never about the cash or whips

I just back the baddest chick

Only on a scale to 50

She´s a 49ner, Caepernick

Jordan maroon 5´s and so jaggerish

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Los]

King, now I lay me down and... what the fuck?

I gotta hit the pot, to get the powder to the block

To get a dollar mama so you know a hustler up

All times of the night got dope book filled with long lines of the white

All crimes on the mic courtesy of hard times in my life

Like killing these niggas and not giving a fuck

So play your position cause in addition to dishin I´m digging ditches for bitches

And you can get it straight up

Fuck around and get ate up, wait up

Get your weight up, how much you weigh when you was weighed up

I hit the bench, put the weight up, you on the bench...

Hmm that just means they told you wait up

It´s pay up time

The Playoff is feeling like layup lines

Niggas be saying the made up lines, they got mac11´s and 8 D9´s

They had 90 bricks since like 89

Yeah nigga whatever, no nigga is near me

Neither nigga is better like episode of Martin I end niggas forever, King!

[Hook]