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 got checks
Just counted hundred, you niggas look stressed
I'ma a pound and break down the rest
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I found a vest
I pray to God that I die tonight
We gon' somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ain't right
Ain't got no time to on nobody, I got a life
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes for real
or the Porche just to chill
Honestly, I could have bought deals
Traumatized, I how a corpse really feel
I stand over casket, make sure that you gone
We flocked and run in houses nobody home
If you put out a hit, they gon' copy your
If you diss me on a record, we follow you
Uh, it do? What's goodie?
I ain't got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my
I be on the stage the fully, I got grams all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from bully
30 side trappin', never forget bush
Cocaine on my side, gon' get cooked
Promoter with the Yolla, gon' get booked
Kidnapped 'em for that paper, gon' get took
On God, threw my hood up on the freshman
Real niggas by me, I can't stand next to
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 sweat
Hoodie strings tied tight, run up, I'ma you
The tried to call me, hung up like,