Download Lagu On God - FattMack MP3

Yeah, yeah Fatt, Fatt, Fatt Yeah (King Jay got these speakers knockin') Wasn't no vac', you sealin' opp pack Say you gangster, nigga, stop that Shoot at me, bet I'm gon' pop back I see murder, nigga, drop-dead Every time you need me, I'm right there I need you, you not nowhere What about me? That shit not fair Diamonds dancin', show sold out What about us? Yeah What about trust? What have I done? What about love? Yeah I might OD up in my sleep, I'm on these drugs, yeah They wanna be just like me, these niggas my sons They want me dead 'cause I made it big, I keep my gun Tell me the price for your love, I'll pay These niggas, they hatin', they hope I fail But they gotta sit back and watch me win My mama, she cried, she was proud I did it I give her some money every time I see her For when I was broke, I was in her crib My grandmama prayin' I get off these pills When Smack OD'd, I dropped a few tears Bro, he a killer, he shot a few niggas But I don't care, I'm ridin' with him And if it go down, I'ma die with him Yeah, remember when Rob came shootin' at us and that nigga had died in the hospital Pay bro ten to go find a nigga (yeah) If I want him dead, I'm buyin' a nigga Flashlight on my Gen, it'll blind a nigga (yeah) Too much pain inside the nigga, I dump this Drac', they try to kill me Got real good aim, I hardly miss, I leave red paint on all a nigga I'm all alone, I see the opps, I'm still gon' shoot at all them niggas (yeah) If they kill me, I died the realest Yeah, and they know that I died the richest (on God) If they kill me, I'll be on pain pills, I probably ain't even gon' feel it If I up my gun, I'ma leave everything killed and probably won't leave no witnesses I buy titties and ass, I'll build a bitch I'm the richest young nigga that's in this shit My brand-new car out the dealership I ain't payin' no note, I ain't rentin' shit She a bad bitch, but she look better with me I'm not average, these niggas jealous of me Yeah, I don't believe in jealously It ain't got nothin' to do with me, it's irrelevant (on God) Bitch, what the fuck else you needin' from me? I'm guessin' payin' your bills wasn't enough (yeah) I cannot sit up in the house It ain't no money get made up in there I keep the guns and drugs in my couch Keep smokin' opps, there be smoke in the air I'm bein' honest, I'm really not dissin' Nigga, we really up on that score, do the math (yeah) If folks knew all the shit that I did They'd wanna kill me or give me the chair I make my bro go and kidnap his kid (yeah) He catch a body and cut off his hair They gon' think I'm a bitch, so I put on a wig I get close up and walk down in disguise (yeah) I never speak on the shit that we did Try not to think 'bout the shit that I saw If you ridin' with me, then be ready to kill Nigga, this shit can go down any time I'm gettin' closer and closer to a mil' I got six figures sittin' in my account Everyone don't make it out of Mobile I did this shit and I wasn't surprised When I got rich, no, I wasn't surprised Tell me, lil' bitch, do you love me or not? Ridin' alone, it's just me and my fire Don't come to Mobile, put a switch on a Glock (yeah) We gon' murder all our opps, clear all our enemies out the town (yeah) Way before I had a lot, it was back then, you put me down And now my stack don't fit my pocket, nigga (yeah) You can't come 'round (on God) You can't come 'round Now my stack don't fit my pocket, bitch You can't come 'round, on God, Fatt