Yung Royce - On God

I'm the realist out and you know that's, on god
Got that bread with the big racks, on god
In my bag that's a big fact, on god
Want it then I gotta go get that, on god
This supposed to happen this destiny, on god
You getting money you next to me, on god
I'm cooking work in my recipe, on god
Put you in the dirt dawg rest in peace, on god
Born for this now that's on god
I'm the shit like y'all forgot
Pick a bitch and shoot my shot
I fuck the thot get out my spot
Born for this now that's on god
Real for real now that's on god
Fuck your feels yeah that's on god
Bout my guap yeah that's on god
Born for this now that's on god
I'm the shit like y'all forgot
Pick a bitch and shoot my shot
I fuck the thot get out my spot
Born for this now that's on god
Real for real now that's on god
Fuck your feels yeah that's on god
Bout my guap yeah that's on god
Oh god, oh god, oh god
Kill 'em all now that's on god
Ain't no game this ain't no cod
Little Wayne the block is hot
I'm on top, gimme top, you can't move me out my spot
It don't stop, I don't flop, wet the bleachers get a mop
I was born for this, go to war for this, Lord forgive
Cuz I don't forgive
And I never miss
I don't reminisce
Don't talk about this, yuh
I shoot at the hip and I fuck on your bitch
Buy her some food and she suck on my dick
Dripping and wooing my name isn't Rick
Styling profiling just me and my click
Bitch I'm a dog like a Rottweiler
Ain't no sleep it's a all nighter
Hop in the booth and it caught fire
Fuck what you heard you not fire
Yeah I'm cocky, call me rocky
Rocky balboa, big like Samoa
Calling me sick, make you want to go throw up
Got a lil bitch but the body look grown up
Said it once I say it again, coming to an end better make your amend
No we not friends, all about the M's, keep that piece and it got the extense
Let you in heaven that's on god, on god
Forgive your sins that's on god
Let you in that's on god, on god
Send you there that's on me
Born for this now that's on god
I'm the shit like y'all forgot
Pick a bitch and shoot my shot
I fuck the thot get out my spot, yeah
Born for this now that's on god
Real for real now that's on god
Fuck your feels yeah that's on god
Bout my guap yeah that's on god
Born for this now that's on god
I'm the shit like y'all forgot
Pick a bitch and shoot my shot
I fuck the thot get out my spot, yeah
Born for this now that's on god
Real for real now that's on god
Realist out now that's on god
Got your bitch she fucking on top
She be slobbing up on my knob
3 6 mafia corn on the cob
Live my life and it's on my term
Give me that shit don't do no turn
Did it myself man I had to earn
Give no fuck so it don't concern
Mind my money better mind your mouth
Fuck this one bitch came from the south
Came in the game and it came in a drought
Gunna go save it gonna take us out
Never been humble
Finna go rumble
No I don't stumble
King of the jungle
Make me some money I make it go double
You don't want me you don't want no trouble
Nice on the mic but I've never been nice
Different color broads just tell me what you like
Five on me now like the girls from the spice
Hit it one time no I never do twice
Fuck all that man I really do this
Been on my grind not new to this
Hitting my target y'all shoot to miss
Fuck 'em all kill 'em all to do list
Don't need nobody don't need no help
Me and myself wit my nina's help
Breaking my bars coming out my cell
Make it look good that new Chanel
Now that's a fact yeah that's on god
Put it on wax do it for my squad
Hit a home run like the name A-rod
I'm the new truth you just a facade

Written by:
Ivan Felix

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