On God

Chorus: Nyce da Future:

Yeah, uh huh, I'm gettin' to this paper that's on God (That's on God, nigga!)
These niggas be hatin' they all frauds (They all fake!)
We gon' stay focused and live large (Uh!)
Spinnin' in the Dodge, I'm the youngest in charge, nigga (Nyce, nigga!)
I promise I'mma kill 'em that's on God (That's on God, nigga!)
Look at they life, it's a façade (They fake!)
Big mansion, look at my garage (Check me out!)
Couple broads want to menage, I put that on God

Verse 1: Nyce da Future:

Huh, I ain't stoppin' until the world hear me (Hear me, nigga)
The truth these niggas fakin', you can't compare me (Not me, nigga)
Keep trappin' these hits yearly, you hear me clearly
Came from the bottom, so the streets is who prepared me (The streets, nigga)
Now a nigga is gettin' super rich
Wrist ludicrous and you already know my shooters fit (Them bullets go)
Niggas pull up at your door like UBER, Lyft (Facts)
Couple Bloods, couple Hoover Crips with they Ruger grips (Facts)
And they'll put a shell in you like a turtleback (Turtleback)
Always keep two poles on him like Urkel straps
Them things real shiny, just like Turtle Wax (Facts)
We all loyal to each other, where your circle at? (Where your circle at?)
Everything different now from last year (Last year)
Designer kicks, my sweater Cashmere (Great shit!)
I came to collect, call me the cashier (Facts)
Ya bitch owe me, I'm in the pussy like a pap smear

Verse 2: Flee Lord:

LORD LORD!
I came up in the hard livin', all my niggas yard spinnin'
Start spittin', Draco on the floor, and them cars hittin'
Nyce hit the jack, while pipes gettin' cracked (What up, woah!)
He run and get his gun, I hit him twice in his back (Boom boom!)
Yeah my whip got a accident, I was dripped while I'm passin'
Think, everything is Gucci, get flipped by the fashion year (By the fashion!)
Queens and Manhattan, no need for the caption (Uhuh!)
Boy, think he got away, he gon' bleed when we catch him (Yeah!)
On God, I'm prayin' for my opps and my haters
All drops gettin' major (major!), Lord Mobb flip the paper, uh (Paper!)
Shit lookin' ugly (ugly!), it's never gettin' safer (Uhuh!)
Try to play peacekeeper, get rocked by the laser, uh (Boom!)
Steak dinners, pimpin' long minks, like we hate winter (Huh!)
Great glimmers, shining on the wrist, while you straight sensitive
If P was on Earth (Earth!), we would conquer the game (The game!)
But he gone so we just, gon' honor his name (Salute!)
Blowin' peanut butter breath, you ain't seen another set (Uhuh!)
We extortin' all the pussies and we cleanin' out the rest (Out the rest!)
Yeah, okay okay, we extortin' all you pussies and we cleanin' out the rest!

Verse 3: Eto:

Uh, yeah, yo, niggas is envious (Braa!)
Gettin' extorted on some friendly shit
Kill a nigga I love before he get me hit, God
Caught him slippin' in the pool ball hall
Meatball on the curb, they spray goulash off
I'm cool, violated but never forgot the rules, hoo
Bring back the Sun Tzu's and Popa Wu's
I know the not to do's, I got a lot to lose, king
But my mood swings is thousand dollar shoes
Steppin' in the place, weapon on my waist
I'm low, you see the glow, I ain't stressin' 'bout my cake
Uh, yeah, money ain't been the same since
And I won't be one of the men them lames pinch