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fattmack - on god lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
fatt, fatt, fatt
yeah (king jay got these speakers knockin’)

[verse]
wasn’t no vac’, you sealin’ opp pack
say you gangster, n+gga, stop that
shoot at me, bet i’m gon’ pop back
i see murder, n+gga, drop dead
every time you need me, i’m right there
i need you, you not nowhere
what about me? that sh+t 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 n+ggas my sons
they want me dead ’cause i made it big, i keep my gun
tell me thе price for your love, i’ll pay
thesе n+ggas, 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 k!ller, he shot a few n+ggas
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 n+gga had died in the hospital
pay bro ten to go find a n+gga (yeah)
if i want him dead, i’m buyin’ a n+gga
flashlight on my gen, it’ll blind a n+gga (yeah)
too much pain inside the n+gga, i dump this drac’, they try to k!ll me
got real good aim, i hardly miss, i leave red paint on all a n+gga
i’m all alone, i see the opps, i’m still gon’ shoot at all them n+ggas (yeah)
if they k!ll me, i died the realest
yeah, and they know that i died the richest (on god)
if they k!ll me, i’ll be on pain pills, i probably ain’t even gon’ feel it
if i up my gun, i’ma leave everything k!lled and probably won’t leave no witnesses
i buy titties and ass, i’ll build a b+tch
i’m the richest young n+gga that’s in this sh+t
my brand+new car out the dealership
i ain’t payin’ no note, i ain’t rentin’ sh+t
she a bad b+tch, but she look better with me
i’m not average, these n+ggas jealous of me
yeah, i don’t believe in jealously
it ain’t got nothin’ to do with me, it’s irrelevant (on god)
b+tch, what the f+ck 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’
n+gga, we really up on that score, do the math (yeah)
if folks knew all the sh+t that i did
they’d wanna k!ll 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 b+tch, so i put on a wig
i get close up and walk down in disguise (yeah)
i never speak on the sh+t that we did
try not to think ’bout the sh+t that i saw
if you ridin’ with me, then be ready to k!ll
n+gga, this sh+t 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 sh+t and i wasn’t surprised
when i got rich, no, i wasn’t surprised
tell me, lil’ b+tch, 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, n+gga (yeah)
you can’t come ’round (on god)
[outro]
you can’t come ’round
now my stack don’t fit my pocket, b+tch
you can’t come ’round, on god, fatt

- fattmack lyrics

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