Dave East — On God

[Intro] (I'm on LA time. 6am flight.) I figured i put out somethin' 'fore this shit dropped (P2). [?] [Verse] My niggas got grams, my bitches got checks Just counted another hundred, you niggas look stressed I'ma smoke a pound and break down the rest Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just found a vest I pray to God that I don't die tonight We gon' make somebody cry tonight Them niggas with you, they ain't ridin' right Ain't got no time to hate on nobody, I got a life Bitch, I'm on the Forbes list for real Mazzetti or the Porche just to chill Honestly, I could have bought niggas deals Traumatized, I know how a corpse really feel I stand over your casket, make sure that you gone We flocked and run in houses when nobody home If you put out a hit, they gon' copy your song If you diss me on a record, we follow you home Uh, what it do? What's goodie? I ain't got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie I be on the stage with the fully, I got grams all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from bully 30 side trappin', I'll never forget bush Cocaine on my side, forever gon' get cooked Promoter with the Yolla, forever gon' get booked Kidnapped 'em for that paper, whoever gon' get took On God, threw my hood up on the freshman cover Real niggas by me, I can't stand next to suckers 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" I be on my own shit, I don't care what the rest do These niggas be cuffin', don't be shocked if they arrest you Bullets like you goin' scuba diving, get a wetsuit These niggas be thinking they the best, shit, I'm the best too Fuck who got the best crew, stand still when the tech move Drake, you my nigga but this penthouse got the best "views" Flush out the product then wash my hands like it's a restroom Ddb wilding like DC styling, that's my best goon 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 Hit my old bitch, she said, "Young boy, you something else" I'm here for the money for the cash, I don't want nothing else 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 I was 17 when I found out how that money felt Everybody had grams that, shit made me want to sell I'ma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else Hit my old bitch, she said, "Young boy, you something else" I'm here for the money for the cash, I don't want nothing else Do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt Now I just be blowing money, I just bought another belt Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt I was 17 when I found out how that money felt Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell On God [Outro] 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 nothing else Everybody had grams, that shit made me want to sell