On God Lyrics

Eskie Jones On God

Hook:
I'm really out here thugging in these streets
On God
I'm really out here f..cking all these freaks
On God
I'm a killer but these niggas think its sweet
On God
I really think you flexing that's just me
On God (2x)

Verse1
These niggas be flexing and faking the shit and they turning it up for the gram
Knowing I know that you is a hoe and the shit you be talking don't wham
Yea we all know you got bread
Yea we all know that you got hoes
I really want to believe you
Na I really don't
But f..ck just do you
Fake it til you make dog
Im posted in the spot and im chilling with my dog
We makin moves no lie
Ain't competing with you nigga
All about my commas and I'm running up these figures

Hook:
I'm really out here thugging in these streets
On God
I'm really out here f..cking all these freaks
On God
I'm a killer but these niggas think its sweet
On God
I really think you flexing that's just me
On God (2x)

Verse2 Dank Dezzy
I'm gone turn up ain't flexing
I keep that nine thats my weapon
These niggas act like they street
Try jacking me shit get hectic
I'm really bout it no playing
Don't do no talk
I'm gone spaz
I dig that shit that you talk
But you don't feel what I'm saying
Gang