On God (feat. KeLz)
Coz I'm way to OP
Something like Drake my nigga On God
Something like smoke with way I Pop
Your chic OP
With the way she chop
Man on God
Blade on top
The way he rap The way he talk
Something like Cole with the way he drop
I get shot but I don't get caught
Way to OP
Rap Prodigy imma genius
Open a bottle o Guinness
Rappers might beg for forgiveness
If they could look at me handle my Business
And shawty know that her nigga be deep
Opposition be having no meanings
Raisin dey chalice
I'm on a level of peace
I'm on a level of balance
Man I'm up with this shit
That's how I be when I'm making a hit
I might just come back to class in a bit
She got a slit Now she takin a sip
Mmm Red on her lips
Callin it quits but she got the wits
Might say I like how she moving her hips
But too bad my eyes always focused on
Chips My nigga that's it (On God)
Why do all these rappers
Think that money be everything (On God)
Why they always tryna blame everything
(On God)
Maybe coz they noticed
They'll never get on top
This might be my movie coz I know the Whole plot
Imma tell you the end
Blade on top
When I chop chop chop
All these rappers with the bars
That I drop drop drop
All my money in a pot pot pot
They must be hatin coz I don't flop flop flop
Maybe they hatin coz I beat em flip flops
Or maybe they mad because I beat
Fore the beat drops
My beat dropped
Because I made it in a beat box
And she's not
Everything that I thought
I can't stop
Never making music and
Ending up in the same spot
Man I'm too OP
It's On God so don't chop
Like a workshop I make what you Cannot
Coz I'm way to OP
Something like Drake my nigga On God
Something like smoke with way I Pop
Your chic OP
With the way she chop
Man on God
Blade on top
The way he rap The way he talk
Something like Cole with the way he drop
I get shot but I don't get caught
Way to OP
Rap Prodigy imma genius
Open a bottle o Guinness
Rappers might beg for forgiveness
If they could look at me handle my Business
And shawty know that her nigga be deep
Opposition be having no meanings
Raisin dey chalice
I'm on a level of peace
I'm on a level of balance
Heaven requires receipts of priorities, life and the family on God (On God)
I mean
Activities turning to passive relations, and people depressing from that (On God)
I mean
Young boy at only 16, a nigga got greened, was previously clean, I mean they
Legalising the caffeine, but it takes the soul and leaves a machine-a (Unh)
Look, up in the sky, we looking for hope, we look to survive (Survive)
Aim to impress, but you telling lies, then you getting love but for somebody else
Man Unending wealth, nigga that shit cannot ever exist, we all gotta die
You gotta say bye, when God let's you know
That it's time to go, release the survive, my nigga that's life
After last hook
You gotta say bye, when God let's you know
That it's time to go, release the survive, my nigga that's life
Coz I'm way to OP
Something like Drake my nigga On God
Something like smoke with way I Pop
Your chic OP
With the way she chop
Man on God
Blade on top
The way he rap The way he talk
Something like Cole with the way he drop
I get shot but I don't get caught
Way to OP
Rap Prodigy imma genius
Open a bottle o Guinness
Rappers might beg for forgiveness
If they could look at me handle my Business
And shawty know that her nigga be deep
Opposition be having no meanings
Raisin dey chalice
I'm on a level of peace
I'm on a level of balance
Something like Drake my nigga On God
Something like smoke with way I Pop
Your chic OP
With the way she chop
Man on God
Blade on top
The way he rap The way he talk
Something like Cole with the way he drop
I get shot but I don't get caught
Way to OP
Rap Prodigy imma genius
Open a bottle o Guinness
Rappers might beg for forgiveness
If they could look at me handle my Business
And shawty know that her nigga be deep
Opposition be having no meanings
Raisin dey chalice
I'm on a level of peace
I'm on a level of balance
Man I'm up with this shit
That's how I be when I'm making a hit
I might just come back to class in a bit
She got a slit Now she takin a sip
Mmm Red on her lips
Callin it quits but she got the wits
Might say I like how she moving her hips
But too bad my eyes always focused on
Chips My nigga that's it (On God)
Why do all these rappers
Think that money be everything (On God)
Why they always tryna blame everything
(On God)
Maybe coz they noticed
They'll never get on top
This might be my movie coz I know the Whole plot
Imma tell you the end
Blade on top
When I chop chop chop
All these rappers with the bars
That I drop drop drop
All my money in a pot pot pot
They must be hatin coz I don't flop flop flop
Maybe they hatin coz I beat em flip flops
Or maybe they mad because I beat
Fore the beat drops
My beat dropped
Because I made it in a beat box
And she's not
Everything that I thought
I can't stop
Never making music and
Ending up in the same spot
Man I'm too OP
It's On God so don't chop
Like a workshop I make what you Cannot
Coz I'm way to OP
Something like Drake my nigga On God
Something like smoke with way I Pop
Your chic OP
With the way she chop
Man on God
Blade on top
The way he rap The way he talk
Something like Cole with the way he drop
I get shot but I don't get caught
Way to OP
Rap Prodigy imma genius
Open a bottle o Guinness
Rappers might beg for forgiveness
If they could look at me handle my Business
And shawty know that her nigga be deep
Opposition be having no meanings
Raisin dey chalice
I'm on a level of peace
I'm on a level of balance
Heaven requires receipts of priorities, life and the family on God (On God)
I mean
Activities turning to passive relations, and people depressing from that (On God)
I mean
Young boy at only 16, a nigga got greened, was previously clean, I mean they
Legalising the caffeine, but it takes the soul and leaves a machine-a (Unh)
Look, up in the sky, we looking for hope, we look to survive (Survive)
Aim to impress, but you telling lies, then you getting love but for somebody else
Man Unending wealth, nigga that shit cannot ever exist, we all gotta die
You gotta say bye, when God let's you know
That it's time to go, release the survive, my nigga that's life
After last hook
You gotta say bye, when God let's you know
That it's time to go, release the survive, my nigga that's life
Coz I'm way to OP
Something like Drake my nigga On God
Something like smoke with way I Pop
Your chic OP
With the way she chop
Man on God
Blade on top
The way he rap The way he talk
Something like Cole with the way he drop
I get shot but I don't get caught
Way to OP
Rap Prodigy imma genius
Open a bottle o Guinness
Rappers might beg for forgiveness
If they could look at me handle my Business
And shawty know that her nigga be deep
Opposition be having no meanings
Raisin dey chalice
I'm on a level of peace
I'm on a level of balance
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Writer(s): Lubega David
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