Luyện nghe bài hát On God

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

My niggas got grams, my bitches got
Just counted another hundred, you niggas look
smoke a pound and break down the rest
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just a vest
I pray to God that I don't die
We gon' make cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ain't right
Ain't got no time to hate on nobody, I got a
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes list for
Mazzetti or the Porche to chill
Honestly, I could have niggas deals
Traumatized, I know how a 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 me on a record, we follow you home
Uh, what it do? 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', I'll forget bush
on my side, forever gon' get cooked
Promoter with the Yolla, forever get booked
Kidnapped 'em for paper, whoever gon' get took
On God, threw my hood up on the cover
Real niggas by me, I can't stand to suckers
I just found out Gucci got a bubble
Go to sleep with my chain on, I need an cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a suit
Hoodie strings tied tight, run up, stretch you
The plug to call me, hung up like,