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I Swear To God

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!

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