On God, Sweetheart

Yeah
I don't know what y'all heard about Yvng Kizzy, but...
This how I go
Look

I just came from Mount Sinai, and right before he dozed off
My twinin' brother rode off
And told me: "Nigga, go off!"
'Cause they been tweakin' on me like I'm not gon' let a load off
Must think I'm pussy or something, I don't know what they told y'all

But, look, roll me one
Dez, roll me one
For how I'm 'bout to spazz on everyone who owe me some
How you hate me 'cause the girl you loved, was mine? Are you dumb?
We all passed her through the crew when the dick start goin' numb

Let's be real about the shit, me in 307
I was runnin' through your mother, sister, cousin, and her best friend
Gave her 13 reasons why to do stranger things past 11
Niggas tell you that I'm fake, on my block, they say I'm a legend
On God

Yeah, on God
Niggas used to doubt me, how'd I make it this far?
Had to make a couple changes, and sometimes, it got hard
But me and all my niggas bounced back, on God

Aye, on God
A lot of friends turned into an opp, bitch, fuck 'em all
Who we speakin' about, anyway? I can't even recall
But me and all my niggas bounced back, on God

Yeah, on God
If anybody tell you differently, that's a lie
On God

Aye, on God, on God
On God, on God, on God

Yeah
This that Heartbreak Kidd, this that Yvng Kizzy, this that...
Loudnation... and Area 51
Look

Back up in this bitch
I swear, I'm focused now
Yeah, I know I disappeared
I'm reemergin' now
Album down, but that ain't how I'm going out
I sue you for a settlement, you gotta reimburse me now

Try to turn a table on me, every bridge is burnin' down
I wasn't pressed by none of you pussies, but it's concernin' now
Even with all the money I'm earnin' now
I'm in an unforgettable mood, that much is certain now

I been that nigga
Calm and humble, but that's over now
All you niggas talkin' crazy gotta tone it down
If you ain't been makin' noise, then it's hopeless now
A lot of you done had your 15 minutes, but it's slowin' down

Black rockstar shit, I'm nauseous
In the office, splittin' profits
All because a bitch I missed a nut on, made me heartless
Can't forget the fake friends I got myself involved with
I'm off this

White gold all on my body
And I wear it everywhere, I invite you to stage a robbery
Only understandin' 'cause I gotta be
For y'all who want acknowledgement
Instead, I have apologies

For y'all with no accomplishments to add to your discographies
Or anything to show for that diploma or college degree
I know your struggle 'cause, I too, came up from proverty
But, that won't strop me from clippin' you if you touch my property
Damn

February's lookin' scary, ain't no Hail Mary's
And I'm fuckin' on your bitch like I'm Joe Terry
I want all the smoke with niggas, and I'm more than ready
I may need a P.R team to clean it up, I'm so messy

I don't know how many times I told 'em don't test me
All these empty threats are tiresome, I hope they catch me
Energy don't be the same in person
And we look like we travel light, but all my dawgs are rollin' heavy

Fuck with me, I'm makin' all your children orphans
Chrome to dome, nail to coffins holdin' corpses
This year, you'll see me goin' through a metamorphose
From BX onto Forbes list
And off of multi-platinum recordings
You should be cautious

Now, I gotta talk shit
Now, I gotta get 'em on that bully and a boss shit
Bussed down the bracelet just 'cause I was on some bored shit
You niggas whole bloodline could never afford this

For real
Heartbreak Kidd, Yvng Kizzy
Skee!