On God (feat. Cortext)

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Camira the Rapper

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No kidding, go hard for my living
Tryna build a whole spot for my children
No slipping, whole squad finna kill them
No slipping, on God I'ma get them
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
Go hard for my living
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
On God I'ma get them
On God
I turned my back upon the meds
I guess that's why I'm such a mess
Look
I'm back on track, I'm off my head
I'm lost again, I lost my friends
I've fucking lost the plot again
I've lost the lot again
I'm so lost, bitch I'm wandering
I'm wondering
When I will be one again
And when this battle's won again
Aye
I'm out here tryna flex
Drop them bombs again
We on again, we gone again
Can't tell how bad I wanna win
Aye
Back to barring, back to sparring
Haven't started
Parents plant the seeds
I grew up angry baby, that's a Savage Garden
Thought the money would help
I never felt worse
Hard to sell your soul
With no value of your self worth
No kidding, go hard for my living
Tryna build a whole spot for my children
No slipping, whole squad finna kill them
No slipping, on God I'ma get them
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
Go hard for my living
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
On God I'ma get them
On God
So man up or man down
Stand down
Bitch, give me my advance now
I'm tryna cash out
Pull a bag out
Then we gonna back out
And disappear to black, now
I'm blowin money with the dream team
Joker in the lot
Let me show you how I got these cars
Now I am what's poppin
Handle that Jazz like Stockton
Let's get it locked in
Coz I'm working, watch him, bitch I'm clocked in
Walking this dark path
That they can't grasp
Steady flying this crossbones
At half mast
Self destructive
I fell for nothing, but didn't hide
Just fell apart up on the screen
That's how the Vision died
No kidding, go hard for my living
Tryna build a whole spot for my children
No slipping, whole squad finna kill them
No slipping, on God I'ma get them
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
Go hard for my living
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
On God I'ma get them
On God
It's Kid Cudi the wrist cutter
I been something
Told your baby girl kick rocks
Big stunner
Taliban beard, Rick Ross
Big gut, I'm
Blackin on the stage
Chris Rock, Chris Tucker
You double drop
And laugh with buddies till the drugs kick in
I'm dropping dollars for deposits
So my sons living
We both feeling love's distant
But you talking keys of coke
I'm talking keys to a home
We get a buzz different
No kidding, go hard for my living
Tryna build a whole spot for my children
No slipping, whole squad finna kill them
No slipping, on God I'ma get them
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
Go hard for my living
Woah, hey
Woah, hey
On God I'ma get them
On God

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