Luyện nghe bài hát On God

(I'm on LA time. 6am flight.) I figured i put out somethin' this shit dropped (P2). [?]

My niggas got grams, my bitches got
Just counted another hundred, you niggas look
I'ma smoke a pound and break the rest
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just a vest
I pray to God that I don't die
We gon' somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ain't right
got no time to hate on nobody, I got a life
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes list for
or the Porche just to chill
Honestly, I have bought niggas deals
Traumatized, I how a corpse really feel
I stand over your casket, make sure that you
We flocked and run in houses nobody home
If you put out a hit, they copy your song
If you me on a record, we follow you home
Uh, what it do? What's
I ain't got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my
I be on the stage with the fully, I got all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from bully
30 side trappin', never forget bush
Cocaine on my side, gon' get cooked
Promoter the Yolla, forever gon' get booked
Kidnapped 'em for that paper, gon' get took
On God, my hood up on the freshman cover
Real niggas by me, I can't next to suckers
I just found out Gucci got a leather
Go to sleep my chain on, I need an extra cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a suit
Hoodie strings tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The plug tried to me, hung up like,