God's My Witness

Mmm (Section 8 just straight cooked
This motherfucker up)
Feel like that "Dreams 2 Reality" beat
I'm tryna go a whole 'nother way, though

I asked God for forgiveness so I
Can't rap on niggas (Nah)
But I let God be my witness that
We done stepped on niggas
I can afford to buy a army
But I stopped buying pistols
But I just hope that you ain't in that
Car when we do catch up with 'em
Rather be the suspect than the victim
Keep my cool and beat the system (Uh)
When I talk, my teeth start glistenin'
That's the diamonds that's engraved
They like, "Who is them lil' niggas? They
Look like they gettin' paid"
You can tell that we don't play by
The looks that's on our face
Heard the opps been throwin' shade, boy
You know we play with K
Come through swinging in broad day, boy
You know I'm ready to pay
It ain't even 'bout no money
Know they goin' when I say
Plus I looked down when he was fucked up
He can't wait to straighten his face
Gotta get my mind out murder
VVS's fill my shirt up
Eighty racks to fill her purse up
With this shit, I lift her skirt up
Sloppy head, gotta lift my shirt up
Rest in peace, Juice, pour my syrup up
Drip or Drown, sippin' purple
It's a rat inside my circle
Damn, who you know gon' cop
Two Lamb's same day, they gon' know who I am
Okay, turn my back on my fam, no way
My bitch so bad, goddamn
It's late, I'm up right now, not playin
I'm stayin' hope the JackBoys know that
I plan on sprayin'
Nah for real, listen to what I'm sayin'

Been through it all, had to shake it off
One of my dawgs was a flea
I been standin' tall, I been goin' hard
Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Walk inside the mall, everybody ball
Whole entourage fresh as me
Rich young hitters
Hoppin' out foreigns and we
Got Chargers and Jeeps

No dissing in our song, but
When we catch you, he gotta get it
Heard he dissing in this song, but 4PF
He better not mention
(Oh, he better not mention)
He used to be my dawg
But he switched up for a pretty penny
I was gon' say "Hi!"s name
But then again it'd be like I'm snitchin'
(Uh) baby, know he ain't gotta pay
I do it for free anytime, any day (Brrt)
When it come to the money
You know I get paid
We brag different, we hoppin' out Wraiths
Had to change the way I think
I was thinkin' 'bout murder
FN's and 223s, wet that boy shirt up
Yeah, they shot back
But they shot all the birds up
Lambo' sit too low, we fuckin' the curb up
Shopping at Barneys, I'm sippin' this purple
4PF the gang, ain't no rats in my circle
Not goin' down bad, don't care what you heard
(Don't care)
She got them bags, you can get served
Opps gettin' mad, we gettin' on they nerves
I fuck with Ced 'cause he stood on his word
Dreams to reality, I know that they mad at me

I know that they mad at me
Turned dreams into reality (Ooh, yeah)
Catch the murder, first degree
I won't let 'em murder me
I got tied so I know I ain't trippin'
Niggas mad, turn to bitches (yeah)
They know that we slide with glizzy
Spin they block until they dizzy
I been gamblin' with my life
Hope I don't roll a seven
Killers had to talk to God
He know he ain't gettin' ahead
Gotta be a man behind that wall
I know that you ain't ready
Popped his gun, they sat him down
He wasn't thinkin' steady
I been on a different method, goin' up
Different levels
I been tryna change the motives
You took my humbleness for honess
Niggas actin' like they know
Me, bust 'em down, take the Rollie
When you gettin' the money, niggas notice
I won't let 'em lose focus 05

My partner took a different route
I'm still tryna figure out
I'm really gettin' the bag
Ain't chasin' clout
Run up another sack, buy my mama a house
They can tell I'm gettin' paid
By the way I talk
They can tell I'm steppin' by the way I walk
If bruh say "Get him
" then they already got him
Comin' up, spark shit, GT status
I turned my dreams into reality
I know everybody mad at me (Mad)
I ain't nothin' like I used to
Be, but I'm goin' hard, so get used to me
Nah, I don't see no nigga usin' me
I still ain't where I'm 'posed to be
On left side, they ain't approaching me
I fuck with bro but he ain't close to me
Probably stay young, got crack in my sock
Golden in the hood, niggas set up shop
Seventeen, hittin' these big boy blocks
Gotta catch your boy, come buy a whole block
I ain't thought 'bout it, I really sling rock
I hang with the robbers
I don't fuck with the cops
Breaking my wrist in that bowl 'til it lock
And I been through so much
And I've seen a lot

Been through it all, had to shake it off
One of my dawgs was a flea
I been standin' tall, I been goin' hard
Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Walk inside the mall, everybody ball
Whole entourage fresh as me
Rich young hitters
Hoppin' out foreigns and we
Got Chargers and Jeeps