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ON GOD (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
For the sex
Been focused on a check tryna make somethin' stretch
Tryna make somethin' stretch
By myself at best n***as know I'm a threat
Came in the game comin' at everybody's neck
Everybody's neck
Game on lock
On lock
Remember days
Had to run from the jakes with d**e in my sock
Got a cherry on top
Top
Scope no stock for the cream on the crop
Grr
Knock him off his block
Grr grr grr
Kill your favorite rapper get away with a murder
With a murder
Bumpin' his tape but I left him unheard of
Unheard of
Lyrically I mean 'fore the police start searchin'
Start searchin'
All these RICO's got me talkin' with a girdle
Talkin' with a girdle
Old ***** switchin' I ain't trippin'
I ain't trippin'
Call me nonfiction I'm the realest
I'm the realest
Give her d**k now she want dealings
Want dealings
Favorite sneaky link caught feelings
Caught feelings
Wrong time my mind focused on a milli
On a milli
Too fine but I hope you fine with it
Fine with it
On the grind I'm the dyin' breed of the realest
Of the realest
Life on the line is you gon' die with me
Die with me
Take a hit with me when I get low
Low
Put the brick in the stove
Stove
When the police hit the door
Door
Will you blick with me when the opps get close
Close
On the run can you go ghost in a different coast
Let's go
All night in the streets
Street yeah
All day duckin' me
Roll your opps for you
You
You'll get high off me
Ayy
Dreams to reality
Then it turns to millis
I love that for you
I love you for me
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
On God
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
Aye on G-O-D can you P-O-P
P
Hold it down for me knee-deep in the street tryna get out
Seen RIP's fourteen lost Gino
Fourteen lost Gino
But death come with this **** what we know
We know
Life like casinos
Soul can get broke if soul ain't got no hope
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
A n***a know
Aim for the head **** your body
Body
Every n***a with me for a robbery
Robbery
Switches on the Glock n***a ready
Ready
Thirty shots or better ridin' heavy
Heavy
Whole life sentence in this Chevy
Chevy
Peanut butter jam a n***a jelly
Ma Deuce 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 eight
Whip it real hard and 'til we live it real large
Real large
A hundred M's strong the dead homies live on
All night in the streets
Street yeah
All day duckin' me
Roll your opps for you
You
You'll get high off me
Ayy
Dreams to reality
Then it turns to millis
I love that for you
I love you for me
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
On God
On God
I'ma ride with you forever
On God
On God
Gonna fight this **** together
