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