God Ain’t Real

I remember all the shit I did
Hell I'm still tryna take it back
I remember when my sister snitched
She wonder why I don’t love her back
This the reason I can’t trust a Bitch
I can’t even let you come n match
This ain’t a chill zone, this here a trap
Too many straps I got too many packs

I’m always there for you mentally
I even fuck wit you physically
I always help you financially
How you gone do all this shit to me
Why you with him, but you tell me you missing me
I read them messages I know you dissing me
Last time i saw you deny you from kissing me
I cannot take this shit mentally
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
Got out that hooptie and hopped in a jag
How you gone diss me then be on my ass cause you see I got cash and I’m making it fast
They use to tell me that I was so trash
Just a while ago I was down bad
12th grade I was doin so bad
Feelin better since I got me a bag

I was in the house with S.M.G
Late night we was cookin up beats
Rillos and weed right beside of me
Writing tracks passing out on the seat
Need me a bad Bitch to cook n clean
Girl you fucking with a real man
Plenty bands I don't gotta steal man
Straight out the hood n I’m still trill man

I remember all the shit I did
Hell I'm still tryna take it back
I remember when my sister snitched
She wonder why I don’t love her back
This the reason I can’t trust a Bitch
I can’t even let you come n match
This ain’t a chill zone, this here a trap
Too many straps I got too many packs

You know I love you with all of my heart
How you gone switch n leave me in the dark
Selling weed watching South Park
Couple bands when I hopped out the shopping cart
Do you remember the real me?
Before I let this stress kill me?
I know these nighas don’t feel me
How can the police take everything?
I wanna give you a wedding ring
I wanna smoke on some wedding cake
Can’t trust these niggas they all fake
Can’t trust these bitches they beg and take
Play with me wrong he got shot in his face
Wrap up his house with the caution tape
Purple nuggets now I’m smoking on grapes
All this pain got these tats on my face
Got a new bitch and I made sure we straight
I’m bout to buy me a bigger place
I gotta eat need bigger plate
Smoking train wreck I brought the freight
Smoking moon rock I’m outta space
Get ya dome rocked touching my safe
Big locks you can’t break in my place
Hella pain you can see in my face
Roll up the hemp wrap smoke to face
Caught another case got to pay Chase
I’m that nigga set them cookies ablaze
I’m the same nigga from "Like a Maze"
Fuck all that pain I want me a wraith
I fucked up my body from sippin drank
Damn maybe this why Fredo gone
All this pain got me deep in these songs
All this pain got me deep in the cup
I learn how to trap I can double up
I just hit the gym got my muscle up
You nighas can’t stack get ya hustle up
I was always fuckin it up
I wake up and go hit the double cup
I'm brushin my teeth with advance white
I’m jiggy she diggin' the pants right
Don’t trip on me Beezy can land flights
I pop me a Perc wit the damn sprite
I’m trappin oh you need 3 xans right!
I’m trappin oh you need 3 xans right!
He wanna book me? I need that money in advance right
I caught the wave like a fucking tide
R kelly I believe I can fly
Fortnite I believe I can glide

I remember all the shit I did
Hell I'm still tryna take it back
I remember when my sister snitched
She wonder why I don’t love her back
This the reason I can’t trust a Bitch
I can’t even let you come n match
This ain’t a chill zone, this here a trap
Too many straps I got too many packs