Luyện nghe bài hát On God

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

My niggas got grams, my got checks
counted another hundred, you niggas look stressed
I'ma smoke a pound and break the rest
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I found a vest
I to God that I don't die tonight
We gon' make somebody cry
niggas with you, they ain't 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 to chill
Honestly, I could bought niggas deals
Traumatized, I know how a corpse really
I over your casket, make sure that you gone
We and run in houses when nobody home
If you put out a hit, they gon' 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 forget bush
Cocaine on my side, gon' get cooked
Promoter with the Yolla, gon' get booked
Kidnapped 'em for that paper, whoever gon' get
On God, threw my hood up on the cover
Real niggas by me, I can't next to suckers
I just found out Gucci got a bubble
Go to with my chain on, I need an extra cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a suit
strings tied tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The tried to call me, hung up like,