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(الألبوم: On God - 2019)


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(On God)

When it's pressure on your ass, you can't put it past
Enemigos from your past plan to do you bad
Frog niggas, back and forth without a lily pad
Playing both sides of the field without a shoulder pad
Only crash RJ wanna see is when he hit the party unexpected
Fuck the police, opps and the detectives
The real opps don't look like me, they more respected
If I get caught copping them keys, I get arrested
I'm sectioned, boxed in, jealousy amongst me, huh
Hated by my homies but they tell me I'm the lucky one
Bitches catted on me, dogged me out but it was puppy love
Supper Club was full of them ones, felt like a money gun

Fake, friendly ass or the dead homies
Niggas biting on my fingers, I done fed homies
Niggas hyped but I can read them, they done bled homies
They be smiling, ain't your motherfucking friend, homie

Oh, they watching (On God)
Enemigos be watching
Can't keep 'em out when they flooding in
Your enemigos a friend of a foe and a foe to your friend
They be watching
Both sides on me watching me
I got eyes on me watching me
Don't believe all these lies that you read, they disguise what you see
They be watching

They want me locked 'til I'm rotten
Once I realize that they not friends
I keep my eyes on 'em, locked in (On God)
I'm taught to keep my friends close and my enemies way closer
Pole with the beam and street lights on the blower
Friends turned foe over dollars that don't fold up
The lens on the scope could spot a mamba from a cobra
I'm getting older, my shoulders is more colder
Phone patrollers be on us tryna decode us
Instagram the enemy too, watch what you post up
Bitches that pretend to be cool might get you smoked

Look, fake, friendly ass or the dead homies
Niggas biting on my fingers, I done fed homies
Niggas hyped but I can read them, they done bled homies
They be smiling, ain't your motherfucking friend, homie

Oh, they watching (On God)
Enemigos be watching
Can't keep 'em out when they flooding in
Your enemigos a friend of a foe and a foe to your friend
They be watching
Both sides on me watching me
I got eyes on me watching me
Don't believe all these lies that you read, they disguise what you see
They be watching

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