G.O.M.D (Remix) ft. MacDaKid & JShad Lyrics

Fuck this rap shit

Thinking bout copping bricks and distributing

I was broke not having shit

All My options was limited

Used to have like 2, 3 bucks

All I play with is Benjamin's

My bitch thick as shit

Watch the switch up her shit ridiculous

Everyday I wake up

And wonder how can I get this shit

Chandelier in my ear, tree lit up

Neck look like Christmas

Once you say fuck everyone

Seem like they get to listening

I thank god for gifts that he gave to me

It's not for many men

My life

Obstacles be all up in that shit

So I smoke ganja keep me a zip

Till it need replenishing

Niggaz average

Hate on my swag and shit

I'm on different shit

Always slept on think I might give it a rest

And quit the shit

Za pack

Big wood it's Russian

Roulette with me my gun bussing

Had to humble up I get cocky

Lately I been killing them

Vibez & Visionz be the squad

Double V is the acronym

But they prefer clout over talent

That don't make no kinda sense

Man I ain't got time for them

Nor space in mind in my for them

And they ain't finna slide for me

So I ain't tryna waste my time tryna ride for them

I peep the irony

Behind my back they do the opposite

Of what they say to me

Man y'all be on my dick I'm tired of it

And that shit gay to me

Everybody on my dick

I'm stressing and having fits

My life is getting real

This shit

It ain't no skit

Everybody on my dick

I'm stressing and having fits

My life is getting real

This shit

It ain't no skit

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Bruh I'm bout to have a fit

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Bruh I'm bout to have a fit

Tell me what you know about real life

Lil niggas wit them pipes

They ain't thinking twice

And they in that field for real

They just tryna kill

Life a hit you hard like Holy Field

That karma it'll bite you like Mike Tyson

So watch what you do

Nigga that's the truth

They gave my cousin 25

Cuz he like to shoot

And my partner dead and gone

Wasn't bullet proof

So that shit made me insane

Messing wit my brain

And I keep that forty nigga

Wit the good aim

I swear to God my mama

She ain't gonna feel that pain

Before she burry me

Bail me out the chain gang

Seen my nigga dead

And it messed wit my head

So all I'm really tryna do is

Run up that bread

These goofies actin hard

But they really soft like Ted

These goofies actin hard

But they really soft like Ted

Hey

Everybody on my dick

I'm stressing and having fits

My life is getting real

This shit

It ain't no skit

Everybody on my dick

I'm stressing and having fits

My life is getting real

This shit

It ain't no skit

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Bruh I'm bout to have a fit

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Everybody on my dick

Bruh I'm bout to have a fit