On God (The Sauce)

[Intro]
Yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah! YEAH! It's that motherfucking bop
Bop
Bop, bop, bop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

To all my dawgs
Keeping y'all in health
Just to see ya smilin'
Enjoy ya' self

To all my dawgs
Keeping y'all in health
Just to see ya smilin'
Enjoy ya' self

[Hook]
What's your name?
What's your gender?
What's your age?
Your credentials?
It's the secret to the sauce
But it's strictly confidential
On God (On God)
Prime-time real estate
At home bigger steak
That's how I'm feelin'
On God (On God)

Whoosah, whoosah
Know you see he's bout' to gruesome on BOI!
On God (On God)

Whoosah, whoosah
Know you about to see
It's bout' to get crucial BOI!
On God

[Verse 1: Jon Connor, Female Vocalist]
This the anthem for witnessin' go-getter's
Go-getter's
That put a glitch in tha' whole system
Versace cologne
Get em' off of tha' pole quicker
A man that know his role
Make a hoe see the whole picture
On God (On God)
Time is precious like an infant-big
Time it like I'm A.B. baby
Girl how could you miss it
Here's a word to the dealer's
If the fed's comin' to getcha'
Ninety-five percent of the cases
End in conviction
On God (On God)
I stay optimistic
Till my goal becomes realistic
And I block any contradictions
If you cannot see the vision
I got the option not to listen
Win, lose, or draw
That's my decision
On God

[Hook]
What's your name?
What's your gender?
What's your age?
Your credentials?
It's the secret to the sauce
But it's strictly confidential
On God (On God)
Prime-time real estate
At home bigger steak
That's how I'm feelin'
On God (On God)

Whoosah, whoosah
Know you see he's bout' to gruesome on BOI!
On God (On God)

Whoosah, whoosah
Know you about to see
It's bout' to get crucial BOI!
On God

[Bridge]
I sleep with one eye open
And one eye closed
That's how we got to be
Because I know my foes
Broke and petty
But it rarely keep me on my toes
Don't think I second-guess homie
Cuz no I don't
I don't be scary bout' it
That ain't for erry'body
If you don't believe me now
Then you gonn' hear about it

Nigga colder than Alaska
Iller than the last one
Realer than the last
Go guerrilla on yo' ass

[Verse 2: Stretch Money, ]
What's your name
Your credentials?
Where you from
What'chu into?
They gonn' check yo' resume
To make sure that you official
Over here it's detrimental
To be out without your pistol
If these niggas know you lacking
They gonn' try and come and getchu'
On God
Don't get caught without your weapon
Really ain't no second-guessing
It could happen in a second
Cuz these niggas out here stressin'
Erry'body need a blessin'
There's a lot of shit that's wrong
But ain't nobody askin' questions
On God
This rap shit is my profession
I could give these niggas lessons
How to do it to perfection
See it started out a hobby
Then it turned to an obsession
It ain't nothin' bout me deep
That's why I do it with aggression
On God
I'll prob'ly do it to the death
And if I never make it big
I'm still remembered as a legend
When you open up the scrolls
The prophecies say I was destined
Angels with me I put that on one-eleven
Strip from heaven
On God