I Swear To God Lyrics

Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrateI swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this dick could change your life
So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these pussy niggas
I never hate on all these pussy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothershipI swear to God, that's on my kids

Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
You could never hesitate and you's a pussy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G's, nigga
Or Colombians, sipping mojitos with leaves, niggaI swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that's off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m's
'Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold; my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I'll get you assholes left in the past tenseI swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!
Songwriters
William RobertsPublished by
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