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il - on god lyrics

[chorus: i.l.]
on god
you ain’t really with the n-ggas chillin in the street
i can read lies in the beat
you ain’t really talking what you be
on god

[verse 1: i.l.]
i don’t understand why you trynna be a g
ain’t made for the life
n-gga let it be
shout out to the homie mike
n-gga rest in peace
had to show love
had his head in the streets
and his ears to the beat
now his body in the sheets
head shot in the streets
you ain’t live that life why you actin like you be
you ain’t knock on the devils door just to face the beast
we gotta stay alive (why)
any given day we could die (bye)
being smart my only 9 – 5 (right)
careful what you saying
f-ck around get buried over tree
n-ggas out here holding them machines
30 shots coming with the beam (beam)
light you up just to watch you lean(lean)
say what you need
like i ain’t never seen a bl–dy scene
they took my homie
no they took my brother
police tellin horror stories to his mother
i swear to god that i would burn em
just throw it all away
commit a murder
jesus why is this life a burden
i’ve been doing solid
and feeling nurtured
f-ck this sh-t i don’t deserve it
in the frame but not picture perfect (let’s go)

(bridge)
even though i realize
i need time to stabilize
my fragile mind
help me align
oh oh oh

(chorus)

[verse 2: five]

actions speak louder then words ant ain’t no talking b-tch guyata
come to yo block with a 100 round drum chopper big as violin
these rappers be flexing they talkin about beef when i see em dieting
my goonies childish give em the yee n them n-ggas start wildn
i use to look up to da game now da game got me laughing out loud
halloween over go switch up ya fit why u dressed like a clown
if dressing like hoes is da swag then please turn m sh-t all the way down
started wit rhythm an poetry now this sh-t all watered down
when i stick my d-ck in da p-ssy i’m knowing my sh-t finna drown
ain’t here to make love i just handle my business the very first round
i’m tyson i’m tyson i’m michael look how i be knocking em down
billie jean on my line finna call me a ho just to knock this b-tch down
ain’t here to make friends if they dont look familar i don’t make a sound
they losing dey bars i just gotta call from the lost found
my cousin he work there he ask if i want em i give him a frown
he ask me again i. just look at him sternly an don’t make a sound
i keep it hunnit don’t ask what i think get 100 thumbs down
all in yo feelings u getting emotional cut that sh-t out
pipe that sh-t down i pipe that sh-t up just to turn up the crowd
i turn up an bounce i bounce wit a bunny we off to da south
(chorus)

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