God Willin'

Realer than anybody
Ima gone kick my feet up
Let this shit blow through your speaker
I like the sound of this reefer
When I walk through the crowd better not speak up
No this shit not a sativa, wait
Shorty she move like a diva, fake
I got this shit on my back, waist
Militant we don't move outta place
Outta town with the Florida plates
Harlem boi I don't smoke on that shake
Yea that Mira Mira yea she know how to shake
Eat it up put the balls on the plate
Had to pause but I know its to late
That's a round applause when you talk to the greats
Like I'm Santa clause bitch I'm come when you wake
Drop it off put it all on her face

24 hours my business
24 hours I get it
Ran up the millys god witness
God witness
God witness
24 hours I get it
Ran up the hill and I did it
Ran up the millys god willing
God witness
God willing

Ran up the money just to not spend it
Ran up the money fell in the Guinness
Oh yea dog
You a lil boy ima big dog
I'm not a frenchy a pitbull
Where
How could you hate on me
Made it off of the block coming straight from 114th
Car go 240
Now the drop to sporty
Now you can't fault me
Spend the block with this big forty
Know they real salty
I just went and srt
Made it rain that's on me
Take it off like I'm skateboard p
I just like to see a hater switch speed
While my niggas go a switch v's
Did this shit all for my niece
Bitch I did this shit all for my team

24 hours my business
24 hours I get it
Ran up the millys god witness
God witness
God witness
24 hours I get it
Ran up the hill and I did it
Ran up the millys god willing
God witness
God willing



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Dixon Jr
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