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