L.E.N. Beats - On God lyrics

[Chorus: I.L.] On god You ain't really with the n***as chillin in the street I can read lies in the beat You ain't really talking what you be On god [Verse 1: I.L.] I don't understand why you trynna be a g Ain't made for the life n***a let it be Shout out to the homie mike n***a rest in peace Had to show love Had his head in the streets And his ears to the beat Now his body in the sheets Head shot in the streets You ain't live that life why you actin like you be You ain't knock on the Devils door just to face the beast We gotta stay alive (why) Any given day we could die (bye) Being smart my only 9 - 5 (right) Careful what you saying f** around get buried over tree n***as out here holding them machines 30 shots coming with the beam (beam) Light you up just to watch you lean(lean) Say what you need Like I ain't never seen a bloody scene They took my homie No they took my brother Police tellin horror stories to his mother I swear to god that I would burn em Just Throw it all away Commit a murder Jesus why is this life a burden I've been doing solid And feeling nurtured f** this sh** I don't deserve it In the frame but not picture perfect (Let's Go) (Bridge) Even though I realize I need time to stabilize My fragile mind Help me align Oh oh oh (Chorus) [Verse 2: Five] Actions speak louder then words ant ain't no talking b**h guyata Come to yo block with a 100 round drum chopper big as violin These rappers be flexing they talkin about beef when I see em dieting My goonies childish give em the yee n them n***as start wildn I use to look up to da game now da game got me laughing out loud Halloween over go switch up ya fit why u dressed like a clown If dressing like hoes is da swag then please turn m sh** all the way down Started wit rhythm an poetry now this sh** all watered down When I stick my dick in da p**y I'm knowing my sh** finna drown Ain't here to make love I just handle my business the very first round I'm Tyson I'm Tyson I'm Michael look how I be knocking em down Billie Jean on my line finna call me a ho just to knock this b**h down Ain't here to make friends if they dont look familar I don't make a sound They losing dey bars I just gotta call from the lost found My cousin he work there he ask if I want em I give him a frown He ask me again I. just look at him sternly an don't make a sound I keep it hunnit don't ask what I think get 100 thumbs down All in yo feelings u getting emotional cut that sh** out Pipe that sh** down I pipe that sh** up just to turn up the crowd I turn up an bounce I bounce wit a bunny we off to da south (chorus)