Luyện nghe bài hát On God

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

My niggas got grams, my got checks
Just counted another hundred, you look stressed
I'ma a pound and break down the rest
iffy, got my glizzy, I just found a vest
I pray to God I don't die tonight
We make somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ridin' right
Ain't got no time to hate on nobody, I got a
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes for real
Mazzetti or the Porche just to
Honestly, I could bought niggas deals
Traumatized, I how a corpse really feel
I stand your casket, make sure that you gone
We flocked and run in when nobody home
If you put out a hit, they copy your song
If you diss me on a record, we you home
Uh, it do? What's goodie?
I got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie
I be on the stage with the fully, I got grams all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from
30 side trappin', I'll never forget
Cocaine on my side, gon' get cooked
Promoter with the Yolla, forever get booked
'em for that paper, whoever gon' get took
On God, threw my hood up on the freshman
Real by me, I can't stand next to suckers
I just found out got a leather bubble
Go to sleep with my on, I need an extra cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a suit
Hoodie tied tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The plug to call me, hung up like,