Dave East – On God lyrics

I'm on L.A. time, six a.m. flight
I figured I'd put out somethin' before this shit dropped (P2)
We found too many Bob Marley pages
Got new beats, holler at me
(Drop the beat)

My niggas got grams, my bitches got checks
Just counted another hundred, you niggas look stressed (stressed)
I'ma smoke a pound and break down the rest (break it down)
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just found a vest (stressed)
I pray to God that I don't die tonight (I pray to God)
We gon' make somebody cry tonight (we gon' make somebody cry tonight)
Them niggas with you, they ain't ridin' right (uh uh)
Ain't got no time to hate on nobody, I got a life (I'm livin')
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes list for real (for real)
Maserati or the Porsche just to chill
Honestly, I could have bought niggas deals (shop up)
Traumatized, I know how a corpse really feel
I stand over your casket, make sure that you gone (blast)
We flocked and run in houses when nobody home (uh)
If you put out a hit, they gon' copy your song (fact)
If you diss me on a record, we follow you home
Uh, what it do? What's goodie?
I ain't gotta pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie
I be on the stage with the fully, I had grams all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from bully (bully)
Thirty side trappin', I'll never forget Bush (Bush)
Cocaine on my side, forever gon' get cooked (cooked)
Promoter with the YOLO, forever gon' get booked
Kidnapped 'em for that paper, whoever gon' get took
On God (on God), threw my hood up on the freshman cover
Real niggas by me, I can't stand next to suckers (I can't)
I just found out Gucci got a leather bubble
Go to sleep with my chain on, I need an extra cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a sweat suit
Hoodie strings tied tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The plug tried to call me, hung up like, "I'ma text you" (text you)
I'll be on my own shit, I don't care what the rest do (I don't care)
These niggas be cuffin', don't be shocked if they arrest you
Bullets like you goin' scuba divin', get a wet suit
These niggas be thinkin' they the best, shit, I'm the best too (I'm the best)
Fuck who got the best crew, stand still when the tech move (stand still)
Drake, you my nigga but this new penthouse got the best Views (Views)
Flush out the product then wash my hands like it's a restroom (powder)
DDB whilin' like DC stylin', that's my best goon (uh)
The laws of power teach you don't let 'em know your next move
I'ma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else (motivate)
Hit my old bitch, she said, "young boy, you somethin' else"
I'm here for the money for the cash, I don't want nothin' else (for the cash)
I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt
Now I'll just be blowing money, I just bought another belt
Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt (ha)
I was seventeen when I found out how that money felt
Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell (oh)
I'ma motivate the streets if I don't do nothin' else
Hit my old bitch, she said, "young boy, you somethin' else"
I'm here for the money, for the cash, I don't want nothin' else
I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt
Now I just be blowin' money, I just bought another belt
Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt
I was seventeen when I found out how that money felt
Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell
On God (On God)

That shit made me want to sell
Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell
I'ma motivate the streets, if I don't do nothin' else
Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell
Border, from the dirt, holler