Verse 1 Had some fake friends Had to cut em off like split ends I could tell some stories, but shit Where do I begin? Had to separate myself So far feel like I’m Pluto Cut em off Niggas come right back like new growth Talking out they neck Thinking they can disrespect me Niggas come around, for money Use to neglect me Fucked up and too late I put you in the past Mistake niggas for Usher Told em, shit you got it bad On God Chorus Man bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit Thats fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain Verse 2 It’s just me, myself and I The three of us just like the Migos Sick of all the bullshit I see through niggas like peep holes Finally, understand it Now life is sweeter than candy Everyday working, while niggas Sit in their room like Brandy See me on their phone online Thinking they know me Caught up in opinions Tryna box me in like Goatees Fucked up, I’m faded Drinking liquor gone Got em talking like Marvin Asking me whats going on Whats wrong? Bridge You need some friends that gon pray for ya You need that kind of love thats gon be there all day for ya You gotta separate the real from the fake With your friends, to your family and everyone you date, shit Through hell and back, you need some, some kind of healing Stay off of social media, telling your business Note to self Love who you are Regardless of all your flaws Every imperfection in your mirror Makes you who you are Chorus On God Man bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit Thats fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain

Verse 1 Had some fake friends Had to cut em off like split ends I could tell some stories, but shit Where do I begin? Had to separate myself So far feel like I’m Pluto Cut em off Niggas come right back like new growth Talking out they neck Thinking they can disrespect me Niggas come around, for money Use to neglect me Fucked up and too late I put you in the past Mistake niggas for Usher Told em, shit you got it bad On God Chorus Man bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit Thats fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain Verse 2 It’s just me, myself and I The three of us just like the Migos Sick of all the bullshit I see through niggas like peep holes Finally, understand it Now life is sweeter than candy Everyday working, while niggas Sit in their room like Brandy See me on their phone online Thinking they know me Caught up in opinions Tryna box me in like Goatees Fucked up, I’m faded Drinking liquor gone Got em talking like Marvin Asking me whats going on Whats wrong? Bridge You need some friends that gon pray for ya You need that kind of love thats gon be there all day for ya You gotta separate the real from the fake With your friends, to your family and everyone you date, shit Through hell and back, you need some healing Stay off of social media, telling your business Note to self Love who you are Regardless of all your flaws Every imperfection in your mirror Makes you who you are Chorus On God Man bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit Thats fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain Bridge Put that on my momma and I put that on God Promise to love myself I gotta do it all the time I put that on my momma and I put that on God Promise to love myself I gotta do it all the time I said I put that on my momma and I put that on God Promise to love myself I gotta do it all the time One more time, on my momma I put that on God Promise to love myself I gotta do it all the time Cause, bad relationships make you give up on love Chorus On God Man bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit Thats fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain

Intro This that On God remix Hope my haters hear this Von Tae coming thru and Pushing niggas like a fetus This that On God remix Hope my haters hear this Von Tae coming thru and Pushing niggas like a fetus Verse 1 Cold nigga, Cold flow I ain’t talking Jermaine This that that real rap, no cap Driving bitches insane Through they speakers Bars hit hard like Jeter They like Ooo Groupies running when they see me Tell them other bitches move Bitch I’m uh, popping like the grease in the skillet (Whats up) Gimme yo digits, fuck you all over your linens (Aye whats up) Niggas talk shit, switched they lips With they ass hole Ain’t fucking with no bitch that Get more action than a GoPro Shit Killing niggas with this ill flow Von Tae on your speakers Got it jumping like a heel toe Single for the summer Need some therapy and some healing If you fucking with these hoes Bring a condom, leave your feelings On God Chorus Bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit That’s fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain Verse 2 It’s just me, myself and I The three of us just like the Migos Sick of all the bullshit I see through niggas like peep holes Finally, understand it Now life is sweeter than candy Everyday working, while niggas Sit in their room like Brandy See me on their phone online Thinking they know me Caught up in opinions Tryna box me in like Goatees Fucked up, I’m faded Drinking liquor gone Got em talking like Marvin Asking me whats going on Whats wrong? Bridge Running circles round these niggas call me relay Couldn’t buy this type of talent on your Amazon or Ebay Fuck what he say, she say Highly favored by my maker, creator Ain’t talking Tyler I’m talking bout The Messiah Soul, darker than my melanin I’m tryna fight my way through these sins Sleeping on me Melatonin, put these bitches to bed So sick of phonies Still eating cheese and Bologna That poverty deep inside of me Cant play me, play the lottery bitch You need some friends that gon pray for ya You need that kind of love thats gon be there all day for ya You gotta separate the real from the fake With your friends, to your family and everyone you date, shit Through hell and back, you need some, some kind of healing Stay off of social media, telling your business Note to self Love who you are Regardless of all your flaws Every imperfection in your mirror Makes you who you are Outro This that On God remix Hope my haters hear this Von Tae coming thru and Pushing niggas like a fetus This that On God remix Hope my haters hear this Von Tae coming thru and Pushing niggas like a fetus

Verse 1 Had some fake friends Had to cut em off like split ends I could tell some stories, but shit Where do I begin? Had to separate myself So far feel like I’m Pluto Cut em off Niggas come right back like new growth Talking out they neck Thinking they can disrespect me Niggas come around, for money Use to neglect me Fucked up and too late I put you in the past Mistake niggas for Usher Told em, shit you got it bad On God Chorus Man bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit Thats fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain Verse 2 It’s just me, myself and I The three of us just like the Migos Sick of all the bullshit I see through niggas like peep holes Finally, understand it Now life is sweeter than candy Everyday working, while niggas Sit in their room like Brandy See me on their phone online Thinking they know me Caught up in opinions Tryna box me in like Goatees Fucked up, I’m faded Drinking liquor gone Got em talking like Marvin Asking me whats going on Whats wrong? Bridge You need some friends that gon pray for ya You need that kind of love thats gon be there all day for ya You gotta separate the real from the fake With your friends, to your family and everyone you date, shit Through hell and back, you need some, some kind of healing Stay off of social media, telling your business Note to self Love who you are Regardless of all your flaws Every imperfection in your mirror Makes you who you are Chorus On God Man bad relationships Make you give up on love On God Lie to your face Now ain’t nobody you can trust On God I still be going through shit Thats fucking with my mental On God I miss the days when everything Use to be simple On God I gotta pray, and try to get rid of these sins On God I had to cut some ties And get rid of some friends On God Man ain’t shit perfect I’m working everyday Tryna make it through this storm Hear it coming, feel the rain