Dave East - On God lyrics

[Verse] My n***as got grams, my b**hes got checks Just counted another hundred You n***as look stressed Imma smoke a pound and bring down the rest n***as iffy got my glizzy, I just found a vest I pray to god that I don't die tonight We gone make somebody cry tonight Them n***as with you they ain't riding right Ain't got no time to hate on nobody I got a life b**h I'm on the Forbes list for real Mazzetti or the Porche just to chill Honestly, I could have bought n***as deals Traumatized I know how a corpse really feel I stand over your casket make sure that you gone We flocked and run in houses when nobody home If you put out a hit, they gone copy your song If you diss me on a record we follow you home Uh, what it do? What's goodie? I ain't got to pull it out, I throw this sh** right through my hoodie I be on the stage with the fully I got grams all in my pocket Getting jail calls from bully 30 side trapping, I'll never forget bush Cocaine on my side forever gone get cooked Promoter with the Yolla forever gone get booked Kidnapped 'em for that paper Whoever gone get took, on God Threw my hood up on the freshman cover Real n***as by me, I can't stand next to s**ers I just found out Gucci got a leather bubble Go to sleep with my chain on I need an extra cover I'm the one [?] Lex coupe Jump out in a sweat suit Hoodie strings tied tight Run up i'ma stretch you The plug tried to call me Hanged up like imma text you I'll be on my own sh** I don't care what the rest do These n***as be coffin Don't be shocked if they arrest you Bullets like you going scuba diving Get a wetsuit These n***as be thinking them the best sh**, I'm the best too f** who got the best crew Stand still when the tech move Drake you my n***a but this penthouse got the best views Flush out the product And wash my hands like it's a restroom Ddb wilding like DC styling that's my best goon The levels of power teach you don't let 'em know your next move Imma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else Hit my old b**h, she said young boy you something else I'm here for the money for the cash I don't want nothing else I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt Now I'll just be blowing money I just bought another belt Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt I was 17 when I found out how that money felt Everybody had grams that sh** made me want to sell I'ma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else Hit my old b**h, she said young boy you something else I'm here for the money for the cash I don't want nothing else I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt Now I just be blowing money I just bought another belt Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt I was 17 when I found out how that money felt Everybody had grams that sh** made me want to sell On God [Outro] That sh** made me want to sell Everybody had grams That sh** made me want to sell I'ma motivate the streets If I don't do nothing else Everybody had grams That sh** made me want to sell