Rich My Realigion Lyrics

Bag it up, Toretto

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I had to burn them bridges life took its toll on me

I tried to stay remote, the streets took control of me

I pray I don't get smoked, I can't see them rollin' me

I lost my pop, moms all I got, luh sister passed on me

I gave these bitches all I got, they took the last of me

Being rich my religion, being broke is blasphemy

Started calling me BP, niggas get gas from me

Started my whip, with my hands, I ain't even need a key

Pretending ass blood you a wanna be

Drip on me like I parted the sea

So P, Bitch open the door for me

I'ma savage put some Dior on me

Niggas wanna sleep, they snore on me

Wake they ass up, I'm livin' the dream

365, we was chasing that cream

Bitch I got the juice like I killed Raheem

Fuck nigga don't stand a chance

Meet the walkers steppin' on shit like a band

If it ain't bout no bands, I'll go deaf

Can't hear a shit that you sayin'

Real exotic in my wood cuz fake shit, will not taste this good

Nigga, you ain't from the hood

Stop capin, yo face card not valid

And I'm out here trappin', real talk

Catch me in the trap with the addicts

Just served half a slab, duckin the feds

The city got it hot in traffic

Opps won't catch me lackin'

You a thought I play in LA, how a nigga work magic

Hope all my opps can swim, fuck all them, I just lit up some matches

I had to burn them bridges life took its toll on me

I tried to stay remote, the streets took control of me

I pray I don't get smoked, I can't see them rollin' me

I lost my pop, moms all I got, luh sister passed on me

I gave these bitches all I got, they took the last of me

Being rich my religion, being broke is blasphemy

Started calling me BP, niggas get gas from me

Started my whip, with my hands, I ain't even need a key

Got gas nigga you can call me BP

Got low and high ends, yeah, 93

Just smoked a whole O, yeah, me and three

Just fucked on yo hoe, it was for the free

Got plugs on my line, said it's for the cheap

Got juice in my cup, but it's full of lean

He a boss, ain't did shit for the team

Some shit just don't sound right to me

Fake shit just don't sit right with me

If you a pussy, then don't sit next to me

If you a real nigga, I need you around me

Square ass nigga, get the fuck from around me

I'm up, police wanna ground me

Dog bitch, i know she wanna pound me

Smoke good, just blew through an ounce of weed

Trap jumpin', junkies jumpin' on a trampoline

I had to burn them bridges life took its toll on me

I tried to stay remote, the streets took control of me

I pray I don't get smoked, I can't see them rollin' me

I lost my pop, moms all I got, luh sister passed on me

I gave these bitches all I got, they took the last of me

Being rich my religion, being broke is blasphemy

Started calling me BP, niggas get gas from me

Started my whip, with my hands, I ain't even need a key