Luyện nghe bài hát On God

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

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