Young Chop - On God (Remix) lyrics

[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 sh** on god I preach the truth and my sh** in my sh**, 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 n***as gotta survive f** 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 bullsh** 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 pa** 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 [?] Check your rollie the game is [?] Oh God don´t get your whole crew crucified Kevos the kid and I´m Jesus Christ with a Mic n***a 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 p**nography 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 f**? 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 k**ing these n***as and not giving a f** So play your position cause in addition to dishin I´m digging ditches for b**hes And you can get it straight up f** 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 n***as be saying the made up lines, they got mac11´s and 8 D9´s They had 90 bricks since like 89 Yeah n***a whatever, no n***a is near me Neither n***a is better like episode of Martin I end n***as forever, King! [Hook]