ON GOD (Slowed down|Explicit) - NLE Choppa/Queen Naija
Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Timothy Mosley/Larrance Dopson/Michael Williams
On the grind 'til I sweat
No time for the sex
Been focused on a check
Tryna make somethin' stretch
By myself at best n***as know I'm a threat
Came in the game comin' at everybody neck
Everybody neck
Game on lock
'Member days had to
Run from the jakes
With d**e in my sock
Got a cherry on top
Scope no stock for the cream
On the crop grr
Knock him off his block
Kill your favorite rapper get
Away with a murder
Bumpin' his tape but I left
Him unheard of
Lyrically I mean 'fore the
Police start searchin'
All these ricos got me talkin'
With a girdle
Old ***** switchin' I ain't trippin'
Call me nonfiction I'm the realest
Give her dick now she want dealings
Favorite sneaky link caught feelings
Wrong time my mind focused
On a milli
Too fine but I hope you
Fine with it
On the grind I'm a dyin'
Breed of the realest
Life on the line
Is you gon' die with me
Take a hit with me when
I get low low
Put the brick in the stove
Police hit the door
Will you blick with me when
The opps get close close
On the run can you go ghost
All night in the streets all day duckin' beef
Roll your opps for you you'll get high off me
Dreams to reality pennies turn to millies
I love that for you I love you for me
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
Ayy on g-o-d can you p-o-p p
Hold it down for me knee-deep in the streets
Tryna get out
Seen rip's fourteen lost gino
Death come with this ****
What we know
Life like casinos
Soul can get broke if soul
Ain't got no hope
N***as can't cope so they
Smoke d**e yeah
Car full of hitters on go grr
Pop the first song a n***a know
Aim for the head **** the body
Every n***a with me for a robbery
Switches on the glock n***a ready
Thirty shots or better ridin' heavy
Whole life sentence in this chevy
Peanut butter jam a n***a jelly
Mom dukes trippin' 'bout the d**e
She say it got the whole house stank
If the people come and hit the door
We gettin' kicked out of section 8
Whip it real hard until
We live it real large
A hundred m's strong
The dead homies live on
All night in the streets
All day duckin' beef
Roll your opps for you
You'll get high off me
Dreams to reality
Pennies turn to millies
I love that for you
I love you for me
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
