On God

Yeah, yeah

Fatt, Fatt, Fatt

Yeah (King Jay got these speakers knockin')

Wasn't no vac', you sealin' opp pack

Say you gangster, ****, stop that

Shoot at me, bet I'm gon' pop back

I see murder, ****, drop dead

Every time you need me, I'm right there

I need you, you not nowhere

What about me? That shit not fair

Diamonds dancin', show sold out

What about us? Yeah

What about trust? What have I done?

What about love? Yeah

I might OD up in my sleep, I'm on these drugs, yeah

They wanna be just like me, these **** my sons

They want me dead 'cause I made it big, I keep my gun

Tell me the price for your love, I'll pay

These ****, they hatin', they hope I fail

But they gotta sit back and watch me win

My mama, she cried, she was proud I did it

I give her some money every time I see her

For when I was broke, I was in her crib

My grandmama prayin' I get off these pills

When Smack OD'd, I dropped a few tears

Bro, he a killer, he shot a few ****

But I don't care, I'm ridin' with him

And if it go down, I'ma die with him

Yeah, remember when Rob came shootin' at us and that **** had died in the hospital

Pay bro ten to go find a **** (Yeah)

If I want him dead, I'm buyin' a ****

Flashlight on my Gen, it'll blind a **** (Yeah)

Too much pain inside the ****, I dump this Drac', they try to kill me

Got real good aim, I hardly miss, I leave red paint on all a ****

I'm all alone, I see the opps, I'm still gon' shoot at all them **** (Yeah)

If they kill me, I died the realest

Yeah, and they know that I died the richest (On God)

If they kill me, I'll be on pain pills, I probably ain't even gon' feel it

If I up my gun, I'ma leave everything killed and probably won't leave no witnesses

I buy titties and ass, I'll build a bitch

I'm the richest young **** that's in this shit

My brand-new car out the dealership

I ain't payin' no note, I ain't rentin' shit

She a bad bitch, but she look better with me

I'm not average, these **** jealous of me

Yeah, I don't believe in jealously

It ain't got nothin' to do with me, it's irrelevant (On God)

Bitch, what the fuck else you needin' from me?

I'm guessin' payin' your bills wasn't enough (Yeah)

I cannot sit up in the house

It ain't no money get made up in there

I keep the guns and drugs in my couch

Keep smokin' opps, there be smoke in the air

I'm bein' honest, I'm really not dissin'

****, we really up on that score, do the math (Yeah)

If folks knew all the shit that I did

They'd wanna kill me or give me the chair

I make my bro go and kidnap his kid (Yeah)

He catch a body and cut off his hair

They gon' think I'm a bitch, so I put on a wig

I get close up and walk down in disguise (Yeah)

I never speak on the shit that we did

Try not to think 'bout the shit that I saw

If you ridin' with me, then be ready to kill

****, this shit can go down any time

I'm gettin' closer and closer to a mil'

I got six figures sittin' in my account

Everyone don't make it out of Mobile

I did this shit and I wasn't surprised

When I got rich, no, I wasn't surprised

Tell me, lil' bitch, do you love me or not?

Ridin' alone, it's just me and my fire

Don't come to Mobile, put a switch on a Glock (Yeah)

We gon' murder all our opps, clear all our enemies out the town (Yeah)

Way before I had a lot, it was back then, you put me down

And now my stack don't fit my pocket, **** (Yeah)

You can't come 'round (On God)

You can't come 'round

Now my stack don't fit my pocket, bitch

You can't come 'round, on God, Fatt