God Is My Witness
(It's Moe Trappa and you fucking with Surreal Gang)
(Gianni)
Been through that struggle, no pot to piss in
Most days ain't had no food in the kitchen
Niggas is done, but you know I ain't finished
She got and ass and she lettin' me hit it
No, I'm not perfect, we all got a blemish
I stay on point like the end of a sentence
We not the same, lil' nigga, we different
Running yo' mouth that's when you go missing
You want a verse, then give me commission
Don't cap in my raps, don't care bout' a image
Keep it 100, got True on my linen
I cannot stop, don't care if I'm winning
Holding that pole like I'm finna go fishing
I know pain and God is my witness
Don't mention my name, I can't give you attention
I do not cap, I don't got on a fitted
I know that he not, but he claim that he with it
Going out sad, that's not a good ending
Get to the money, got perfect attendance
Niggas be fu, that's how you burn bridges
Fuck what you saying, I'm not comprehending
Not really 100, I know they pretending
Tryna get racks, not playing no tennis
Niggas can hate, but I'm tryna go get it
Been through that struggle, no pot to piss in
Most days ain't had no food in the kitchen
Niggas is done, but you know I ain't finished
She got and ass and she lettin' me hit it
No, I'm not perfect, we all got a blemish
I stay on point like the end of a sentence
(Gianni)
Been through that struggle, no pot to piss in
Most days ain't had no food in the kitchen
Niggas is done, but you know I ain't finished
She got and ass and she lettin' me hit it
No, I'm not perfect, we all got a blemish
I stay on point like the end of a sentence
We not the same, lil' nigga, we different
Running yo' mouth that's when you go missing
You want a verse, then give me commission
Don't cap in my raps, don't care bout' a image
Keep it 100, got True on my linen
I cannot stop, don't care if I'm winning
Holding that pole like I'm finna go fishing
I know pain and God is my witness
Don't mention my name, I can't give you attention
I do not cap, I don't got on a fitted
I know that he not, but he claim that he with it
Going out sad, that's not a good ending
Get to the money, got perfect attendance
Niggas be fu, that's how you burn bridges
Fuck what you saying, I'm not comprehending
Not really 100, I know they pretending
Tryna get racks, not playing no tennis
Niggas can hate, but I'm tryna go get it
Been through that struggle, no pot to piss in
Most days ain't had no food in the kitchen
Niggas is done, but you know I ain't finished
She got and ass and she lettin' me hit it
No, I'm not perfect, we all got a blemish
I stay on point like the end of a sentence
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Writer(s): Thomas Drummond
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