"On God" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Fatt, Fatt, Fatt
Yeah (King Jay got these speakers knockin')
Wasn't no vac', you sealin' opp pack
Say you gangster, nigga, stop that
Shoot at me, bet I'm gon' pop back
I see murder, nigga, drop dead
Every time you need me, I'm right there
I need you, you not nowhere
What about me? That shit not fair
Diamonds dancin', show sold out
What about us? Yeah
What about trust? What have I done?
What about love? Yeah
I might OD up in my sleep, I'm on these drugs, yeah
They wanna be just like me, these niggas my sons
They want me dead 'cause I made it big, I keep my gun
Tell me the price for your love, I'll pay
These niggas, they hatin', they hope I fail
But they gotta sit back and watch me win
My mama, she cried, she was proud I did it
I give her some money every time I see her
For when I was broke, I was in her crib
My grandmama prayin' I get off these pills
When Smack OD'd, I dropped a few tears
Bro, he a killer, he shot a few niggas
But I don't care, I'm ridin' with him
And if it go down, I'ma die with him
Yeah, remember when Rob came shootin' at us and that nigga had died in the hospital
Pay bro ten to go find a nigga (Yeah)
If I want him dead, I'm buyin' a nigga
Flashlight on my Gen, it'll blind a nigga (Yeah)
Too much pain inside the nigga, I dump this Drac', they try to kill me
Got real good aim, I hardly miss, I leave red paint on all a nigga
I'm all alone, I see the opps, I'm still gon' shoot at all them niggas (Yeah)
If they kill me, I died the realest
Yeah, and they know that I died the richest (On God)
If they kill me, I'll be on pain pills, I probably ain't even gon' feel it
If I up my gun, I'ma leave everything killed and probably won't leave no witnesses
I buy titties and ass, I'll build a bitch
I'm the richest young nigga that's in this shit
My brand-new car out the dealership
I ain't payin' no note, I ain't rentin' shit
She a bad bitch, but she look better with me
I'm not average, these niggas jealous of me
Yeah, I don't believe in jealously
It ain't got nothin' to do with me, it's irrelevant (On God)
Bitch, what the fuck else you needin' from me?
I'm guessin' payin' your bills wasn't enough (Yeah)
I cannot sit up in the house
It ain't no money get made up in there
I keep the guns and drugs in my couch
Keep smokin' opps, there be smoke in the air
I'm bein' honest, I'm really not dissin'
Nigga, we really up on that score, do the math (Yeah)
If folks knew all the shit that I did
They'd wanna kill me or give me the chair
I make my bro go and kidnap his kid (Yeah)
He catch a body and cut off his hair
They gon' think I'm a bitch, so I put on a wig
I get close up and walk down in disguise (Yeah)
I never speak on the shit that we did
Try not to think 'bout the shit that I saw
If you ridin' with me, then be ready to kill
Nigga, this shit can go down any time
I'm gettin' closer and closer to a mil'
I got six figures sittin' in my account
Everyone don't make it out of Mobile
I did this shit and I wasn't surprised
When I got rich, no, I wasn't surprised
Tell me, lil' bitch, do you love me or not?
Ridin' alone, it's just me and my fire
Don't come to Mobile, put a switch on a Glock (Yeah)
We gon' murder all our opps, clear all our enemies out the town (Yeah)
Way before I had a lot, it was back then, you put me down
And now my stack don't fit my pocket, nigga (Yeah)
You can't come 'round (On God)
You can't come 'round
Now my stack don't fit my pocket, bitch
You can't come 'round, on God, Fatt
Fatt, Fatt, Fatt
Yeah (King Jay got these speakers knockin')
Wasn't no vac', you sealin' opp pack
Say you gangster, nigga, stop that
Shoot at me, bet I'm gon' pop back
I see murder, nigga, drop dead
Every time you need me, I'm right there
I need you, you not nowhere
What about me? That shit not fair
Diamonds dancin', show sold out
What about us? Yeah
What about trust? What have I done?
What about love? Yeah
I might OD up in my sleep, I'm on these drugs, yeah
They wanna be just like me, these niggas my sons
They want me dead 'cause I made it big, I keep my gun
Tell me the price for your love, I'll pay
These niggas, they hatin', they hope I fail
But they gotta sit back and watch me win
My mama, she cried, she was proud I did it
I give her some money every time I see her
For when I was broke, I was in her crib
My grandmama prayin' I get off these pills
When Smack OD'd, I dropped a few tears
Bro, he a killer, he shot a few niggas
But I don't care, I'm ridin' with him
And if it go down, I'ma die with him
Yeah, remember when Rob came shootin' at us and that nigga had died in the hospital
Pay bro ten to go find a nigga (Yeah)
If I want him dead, I'm buyin' a nigga
Flashlight on my Gen, it'll blind a nigga (Yeah)
Too much pain inside the nigga, I dump this Drac', they try to kill me
Got real good aim, I hardly miss, I leave red paint on all a nigga
I'm all alone, I see the opps, I'm still gon' shoot at all them niggas (Yeah)
If they kill me, I died the realest
Yeah, and they know that I died the richest (On God)
If they kill me, I'll be on pain pills, I probably ain't even gon' feel it
If I up my gun, I'ma leave everything killed and probably won't leave no witnesses
I buy titties and ass, I'll build a bitch
I'm the richest young nigga that's in this shit
My brand-new car out the dealership
I ain't payin' no note, I ain't rentin' shit
She a bad bitch, but she look better with me
I'm not average, these niggas jealous of me
Yeah, I don't believe in jealously
It ain't got nothin' to do with me, it's irrelevant (On God)
Bitch, what the fuck else you needin' from me?
I'm guessin' payin' your bills wasn't enough (Yeah)
I cannot sit up in the house
It ain't no money get made up in there
I keep the guns and drugs in my couch
Keep smokin' opps, there be smoke in the air
I'm bein' honest, I'm really not dissin'
Nigga, we really up on that score, do the math (Yeah)
If folks knew all the shit that I did
They'd wanna kill me or give me the chair
I make my bro go and kidnap his kid (Yeah)
He catch a body and cut off his hair
They gon' think I'm a bitch, so I put on a wig
I get close up and walk down in disguise (Yeah)
I never speak on the shit that we did
Try not to think 'bout the shit that I saw
If you ridin' with me, then be ready to kill
Nigga, this shit can go down any time
I'm gettin' closer and closer to a mil'
I got six figures sittin' in my account
Everyone don't make it out of Mobile
I did this shit and I wasn't surprised
When I got rich, no, I wasn't surprised
Tell me, lil' bitch, do you love me or not?
Ridin' alone, it's just me and my fire
Don't come to Mobile, put a switch on a Glock (Yeah)
We gon' murder all our opps, clear all our enemies out the town (Yeah)
Way before I had a lot, it was back then, you put me down
And now my stack don't fit my pocket, nigga (Yeah)
You can't come 'round (On God)
You can't come 'round
Now my stack don't fit my pocket, bitch
You can't come 'round, on God, Fatt
