Rocking fear Of GODS
Cause only thing that I fear is GOD
Clarity is VS1's
These diamonds cleaner than a nun
These niggas wanna shake my hand
But really they some f*cking fans
I got these new Gucci on
It's hard to do the running man
Niggas running wit the hype
Vlone wit the off white
I was rocking prada back then
Never did mikes
Doing What I f*cking like
F*cking who the f*ck i like
Niggas had the hoop dreams but then i went n grabbed the mic
Custom all the ice
These niggas learning how to grind off of memes
Gotta keep it trill these niggas ain't keep it real
Like it seem
Had to put on credit these racks be f*cking up ah nigga jeans
Birds of a feather
You as real as the niggas on ya
Team
I went home n I was shagging
Went to the hood n I was dragging
Got these diamonds on dancing
Niggas think that I went platinum
No I'm not ya average rapper
I'm your trappers favorite
Trapper
Diamonds on me dancing
They Chris brown
Not Michael Jackson
What that mean
Them bitches hitting
Don't need flash on the pictures
Either ya real or ya fake
Ain't no middle
Ain't no mixture
Just because you ain't the boss don't mean that it's going stay that way
My nigga about get 100 mill off a fade away
Like a back wood wit 4 grams bitch I'm fully loaded
My neighbors thought i had a lion nah
That's just my motor
You know kush is my cologne
That's my favor Oder
I only moved that draymond green
Not that Lamar Odom
Ain't worried bout bitches
We keep em coming
Get outta ya feelings n
Get some money
Get up on yo trap
N stop being cruddy
I don't know who yo is
I don't f*ck wit buddy
Don't care bout niggas
My bitches Love me
F*ck all the judges
Tell em GOD JUDGE me
F*ck em we ball
Till the law coming
Straight to the top
And we all coming
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Rocking fear Of GODS
Cause only thing that I fear is GOD
Clarity is VS1's
These diamonds cleaner than a nun
These niggas wanna shake my hand
But really they some f*cking fans
I got these new Gucci on
It's hard to do the running man
Niggas running wit the hype
Vlone wit the off white
I was rocking prada back then
Never did mikes
Doing What I f*cking like
F*cking who the f*ck i like
Niggas had the hoop dreams but then i went n grabbed the mic
Custom all the ice
These niggas learning how to grind off of memes
Gotta keep it trill these niggas ain't keep it real
Like it seem
Had to put on credit these racks be f*cking up ah nigga jeans
Birds of a feather
You as real as the niggas on ya
Team
I went home n I was shagging
Went to the hood n I was dragging
Got these diamonds on dancing
Niggas think that I went platinum
No I'm not ya average rapper
I'm your trappers favorite
Trapper
Diamonds on me dancing
They Chris brown
Not Michael Jackson
What that mean
Them bitches hitting
Don't need flash on the pictures
Either ya real or ya fake
Ain't no middle
Ain't no mixture
Just because you ain't the boss don't mean that it's going stay that way
My nigga about get 100 mill off a fade away
Like a back wood wit 4 grams bitch I'm fully loaded
My neighbors thought i had a lion nah
That's just my motor
You know kush is my cologne
That's my favor Oder
I only moved that draymond green
Not that Lamar Odom
Ain't worried bout bitches
We keep em coming
Get outta ya feelings n
Get some money
Get up on yo trap
N stop being cruddy
I don't know who yo is
I don't f*ck wit buddy
Don't care bout niggas
My bitches Love me
F*ck all the judges
Tell em GOD JUDGE me
F*ck em we ball
Till the law coming
Straight to the top
And we all coming
Cause only thing that I fear is GOD
Clarity is VS1's
These diamonds cleaner than a nun
These niggas wanna shake my hand
But really they some f*cking fans
I got these new Gucci on
It's hard to do the running man
Niggas running wit the hype
Vlone wit the off white
I was rocking prada back then
Never did mikes
Doing What I f*cking like
F*cking who the f*ck i like
Niggas had the hoop dreams but then i went n grabbed the mic
Custom all the ice
These niggas learning how to grind off of memes
Gotta keep it trill these niggas ain't keep it real
Like it seem
Had to put on credit these racks be f*cking up ah nigga jeans
Birds of a feather
You as real as the niggas on ya
Team
I went home n I was shagging
Went to the hood n I was dragging
Got these diamonds on dancing
Niggas think that I went platinum
No I'm not ya average rapper
I'm your trappers favorite
Trapper
Diamonds on me dancing
They Chris brown
Not Michael Jackson
What that mean
Them bitches hitting
Don't need flash on the pictures
Either ya real or ya fake
Ain't no middle
Ain't no mixture
Just because you ain't the boss don't mean that it's going stay that way
My nigga about get 100 mill off a fade away
Like a back wood wit 4 grams bitch I'm fully loaded
My neighbors thought i had a lion nah
That's just my motor
You know kush is my cologne
That's my favor Oder
I only moved that draymond green
Not that Lamar Odom
Ain't worried bout bitches
We keep em coming
Get outta ya feelings n
Get some money
Get up on yo trap
N stop being cruddy
I don't know who yo is
I don't f*ck wit buddy
Don't care bout niggas
My bitches Love me
F*ck all the judges
Tell em GOD JUDGE me
F*ck em we ball
Till the law coming
Straight to the top
And we all coming
Writer: ERIK SIMMONS
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