On God

[Chorus]
Yeah, poppin' pain pills 'til I pass out, 'til I black out
Walked out Balenciaga wit' them racks out
My new bitch a bad exotic, that's why I brag now
You could turn the penthouse into the traphouse
Smoke a whole pound, yeah, that's 3000
And my bitch cook good food, we ain't eatin' out

[Verse]
Uh, yeah, geekin' like a geek
Rock designer clothes, remember LRG
My bro can't see Toronto 'cause he got them felonies
Changin' time zones like two times a week
And my guap long like a limousine
I done seen friends turn to enemies
I just hope that God watch over me
I just hope that God protect me from my enemies
Yeah, uh, yeah, and that's on God
Got a foreign car but no garage
Got some foreign hoes that don't believe in hearts
Do you believe in me or believe in God?
Everywhere I go, you know that I adapt
Niggas talkin' shit behind my back
When they see me, quick to dap
I don't like that
I wake up and get to the bag
I wake up and I count some racks

[Chorus]
Yeah, poppin' pain pills 'til I pass out, 'til I black out
Walked out Balenciaga wit' them racks out
My new bitch a bad exotic, that's why I brag now
You could turn the penthouse into the traphouse
Smoke a whole pound, yeah, that's 3000
And my bitch cook good food, we ain't eatin' out