FSG Rell - God Bless Amerika (feat. VLAD MONEYBAGS, ILL-L3gal & Leaf)

Rell
Mike Jack or Mike Bealer
She tellin me she love me and there ain't nobody realer
Ion fuck with rappers I fuck with the drug dealers
Just Imagine me if my momma don't trust niggas
Mommas favorite words get money and fuck niggas
Lyin about my age they callin my bluff
A nice brownskin shawty I tell her wassup
Another lil situation I wanted to trust
Niggas do it for the vultures I do it for us
Bullet holes in ya stomach they giving you lunch
You gotta make it out the bottom, the bottom is nuts
It's more shootings where I'm sleeping it's keeping me up
Hitting house numbers off they thinking it's us
The niggas that you be around be giving you up
I get the back end twice and I divvy it up
You a hater turned fan you biting the dust
I'm jus a rapper ion really like hyping up stuff
Looking sideways at rappers who writing ya stuff
20 bands for a night It's finally us
Real niggas been stamped we finally us
God bless Amerikka
Bags
Got game for the bad bitches, work for fiends
Came thru fresh to death I done murked the scene
A lot of niggas wanna rap like this and I'm flattered
But biting my style gone have ya family selling platters
Nice with them ladders them pipes make em scatter ya brain losing plasma
Putting up numbers you can go and check the data
Switches on the rockets like we working for NASA
Hotter than magma
My bitch bad as hell but her pops is pastor
Shit, God Bless
Champagne showers for my niggas in them towers
Heard he wanted war now his body growing flowers
Grind gotta salary you working by the hour
It's sex, money, murder like a episode of power
The backwoods sweet but we fill em up with sour
Word to Skeeno we be carrying shit
Treat the cash like a opp we be burrying shit
She done fucked the whole gang and you married the bitch
These niggas acting and it's bad like a parody flick
Or some
Illegal, Look, Uh
They feel the pressure ion never gone let up
My intuition start kicking it start feeling like a set up
I know you fed up
Lil bro keep ya head up
And I love you like you love Barney lil sis rest up
Money problems ain't problems no more
Hunnits on the floor we don't throw dollars no more
We the hottest they ain't the hottest no more
And I got it ion gotta promise I got us no more
We lit now, ion be around but I get around
You say it's stuck there, stick around
Big on business now
ILL got em looking like midgets now
Can't stand da heat nigga sit it down
Look
Ion just a rapper I be really trapping
Niggas all rap I be really rapping
I say it's gone happen it's gone really happen
Niggas should of been actors they be really capping
Uhhh, Leafy
The jig is up with you fuck niggas
I can figure all types of ways to disrupt niggas
Snakes in the grass I just mow when I cut niggas
Different kind of life I just wanna go up nigga
Different kind of light I just wanna glow up nigga
Different kind of flow I'm just tryna expose niggas
Ain't know now you know ya favorite rapper is lunch nigga
Deceived you
Cap all in his rap like he really do what he say he do
I could never vouch for these niggas they not credible
Different kinda step with these niggas watch what I get into
Big Steppa nigga like AI over ty lue
I'd like to mentor you niggas show you what I do
It's crucial good for ya health nigga prescribed you
Denial bad for ya health nigga we know you
I'll show you divvy it up like I'm supposed to
That's gang gang FSG you know the damn name
The Stamped gang hometown relly he do the damn thing
Trigga trey one false move he'll take ya life away
Big Kwon making big moves my nigga out the way
Juan Juan podcast vibes he air it state to state
Retro already know he down for anything
Uno as far as I know he on to greater things
Riss stackss all bout that she bout her pocket change
Tae mafia mix the lobster the with the pasta
Whole gang living that life just like we post to
FSG

Written by:
ILL L3gal, Le af, Tyrell Barr, VLAD MONEYBAGS

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