On God (feat. KeLz)

Coz I'm way to OP Something like Drake my nigga On God Something like smoke with way I Pop Your chic OP With the way she chop Man on God Blade on top The way he rap The way he talk Something like Cole with the way he drop I get shot but I don't get caught Way to OP Rap Prodigy imma genius Open a bottle o Guinness Rappers might beg for forgiveness If they could look at me handle my Business And shawty know that her nigga be deep Opposition be having no meanings Raisin dey chalice I'm on a level of peace I'm on a level of balance Man I'm up with this shit That's how I be when I'm making a hit I might just come back to class in a bit She got a slit Now she takin a sip Mmm Red on her lips Callin it quits but she got the wits Might say I like how she moving her hips But too bad my eyes always focused on Chips My nigga that's it (On God) Why do all these rappers Think that money be everything (On God) Why they always tryna blame everything (On God) Maybe coz they noticed They'll never get on top This might be my movie coz I know the Whole plot Imma tell you the end Blade on top When I chop chop chop All these rappers with the bars That I drop drop drop All my money in a pot pot pot They must be hatin coz I don't flop flop flop Maybe they hatin coz I beat em flip flops Or maybe they mad because I beat Fore the beat drops My beat dropped Because I made it in a beat box And she's not Everything that I thought I can't stop Never making music and Ending up in the same spot Man I'm too OP It's On God so don't chop Like a workshop I make what you Cannot Coz I'm way to OP Something like Drake my nigga On God Something like smoke with way I Pop Your chic OP With the way she chop Man on God Blade on top The way he rap The way he talk Something like Cole with the way he drop I get shot but I don't get caught Way to OP Rap Prodigy imma genius Open a bottle o Guinness Rappers might beg for forgiveness If they could look at me handle my Business And shawty know that her nigga be deep Opposition be having no meanings Raisin dey chalice I'm on a level of peace I'm on a level of balance Heaven requires receipts of priorities, life and the family on God (On God) I mean Activities turning to passive relations, and people depressing from that (On God) I mean Young boy at only 16, a nigga got greened, was previously clean, I mean they Legalising the caffeine, but it takes the soul and leaves a machine-a (Unh) Look, up in the sky, we looking for hope, we look to survive (Survive) Aim to impress, but you telling lies, then you getting love but for somebody else Man Unending wealth, nigga that shit cannot ever exist, we all gotta die You gotta say bye, when God let's you know That it's time to go, release the survive, my nigga that's life After last hook You gotta say bye, when God let's you know That it's time to go, release the survive, my nigga that's life Coz I'm way to OP Something like Drake my nigga On God Something like smoke with way I Pop Your chic OP With the way she chop Man on God Blade on top The way he rap The way he talk Something like Cole with the way he drop I get shot but I don't get caught Way to OP Rap Prodigy imma genius Open a bottle o Guinness Rappers might beg for forgiveness If they could look at me handle my Business And shawty know that her nigga be deep Opposition be having no meanings Raisin dey chalice I'm on a level of peace I'm on a level of balance