On God

0 5 0 2 Man I'm feeling kinda shook having difficulty breathing yeah Oh my God l feel amazing I feel the greatest All this shit is still the same shit In different places Never fazed we change location we ran away Yeah they tried to set us up so we ran away yeah yeah Stacking up bricks stacking that cash see Finna be rich me and the lames I’m with Chasing the cheques never go chasing a bitch Nigga no cap this is the way that we live Here in' the 011 man shit don't make no sense Back in the 012 we call you bluff for the flinch Man l put it on God my mama gone pay no rent Summer 18 TFN on God we ain't getting no less ya Chasing the cheques that’s it Niggas be calling my phone l feel like they wasting my wrist yeah Chasing the cheques that's it Niggas be calling my phone l feel like they wasting my wrist yeah