On God (feat. Big Mike & Brutha Mac)

Preciate ya for this one, Ricky D Take Charge Records, huh They got the boy, OG Big Mike, in this thing I make my oath and then I stand on it Blessed with the gift came with demands on it Added instructions larger plans homie The system's the opponent The sin dwelleth within was always the realest component I keep watch studying scripture I see the full picture the understanding's holy The enemy is a liar, I go by what He show me I'm at war with my demons, keepin' the battle low key I ride always for my God, witnesses those who know me They know I neva change under my circumstances I got too much on the line, therefore, I never chance it They know I'll never quit having much more to get I'm on the side of justice I pray this time it sticks On God, On God Y'all don't understand the pain I had to share alone Surviving, living life, just trying to make it home In the midst of doing right, I keep on doing wrong But my folks won't stop, won't stop So I'm grinding for the ones that I call family Pray y'all never have to live through what I had to see Got me in these streets, try'na make sure we are good Got a phone call from Big Momma tellin' me what's up A stranger came around tryin' to get that plug Askin' all these questions like yo is dude here Who the f*ck is dude, let me make this motherfuckin' clear Ain't nothin' goin' on over here, yo ass need to go on and disappear Playing them games with another motherfucka Homie gonna get ya peeled He smiled as he walked away, that was very strange I was still on the road, but I came home in a rage You will never see that side of me, I won't put it on display My hustle is my hustle, all I really see is cake So many ways we move, you will never be straight All I do is hustle, so it's just another day (ay) On God, On God Y'all don't understand the pain I had to share alone Surviving, living life, just trying to make it home In the midst of doing right, I keep on doing wrong But my folks won't stop, won't stop So I'm grinding for the ones that I call family Pray y'all never have to live through what I had to see Got me in these streets, try'na make sure we are good More letters from the pen, put money on my books This just the life we live, they say that we some crooks Labeled as an outlaw, bitch I done paid my dues See I'm not Tupac, but bitch I got the juice What the f*ck I got to lose, been down this road too long If I make another trip, I might not make it home And I got six kids to feed, and plus my Momma's gettin' old (Doing wrong, doing wrong) Won't sell my soul to the highest bid, been gettin' money since I was a kid Ain't life a bitch, I'm with the shit Extra sticks with the extra clips Extra sauce for the extra drip Buy two more, you get an extra brick When I whip it on up, I get an extra zip Got the fiends walkin' around like the exorcist On God On God, On God Y'all don't understand the pain I had to share alone Surviving, living life, just trying to make it home In the midst of doing right, I keep on doing wrong But my folks won't stop, won't stop So I'm grinding for the ones that I call family Pray y'all never have to live through what I had to see Got me in these streets, try'na make sure we are good Whoa whoaaaa whoaaaa make sure we I do it for y’all, I do it for all of y’aaallll