God Bless
Tyson S.T
GENRE
Gold on me god bless
Hoes want me god bless
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
Pole no lean I get
Shots at teams I fetch
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
I got that gold on me god bless
They know they hoes want me god bless
I know those foes want beef I rest
Boy please aye don't go beat my chest
They got them poles no lean I get
I throw them shots at teams I fetch
I know those foеs want beef I rest
Boy please ayе don't go beat my chest
No problem
Bitch it's like 4 in the morning
I really be zoning and zoning and zoning
Boy rest in peace pop smoke
And rest in peace Kobe
This girl gonna suck me
I know that she want me
She fine like a meal out the oven and warming
I pick me a side and I ride till the morning
I'm willing to die behind mines in the moment
You really my slime put the c in component
Feelings
Hot girl bad as bitch, woo
Pop smoke dance with the kick, woo
Midas is right on my wrist
If I'm writing I'm hitting like black power fists
Fuck it
Tell em to send me the budget cop me gear
Like camo trousers do you copy copy here
Well fuck your war at every corner turn
Nigga industry fear me I'm something worse
Boy they wasn't feeling me I got it first
Y'all a bunch of sheep I got followers
And my style dripping like a Jerry curl
Boy I'm cutting up like
Where your barber works
All my hoes tripping like Chipo and friends
Give a fuck bout your comments
I buried my friends
An nobody want problems or been to my ends
Have to live on the charts moving out of my rents
When the shots getting fired
They stood on a fence
Lemme break this shit down nigga
Here come the stems
I got opps I got fiends I got Angels
And demons an fiver other reasons
Your girl on my neck
This a shoutout to Peezus I'm nice with the lens
Boy the eyes twenty vision like Kia that bends
Had to drive your fans crazy
And drop top the Benz
Got a call from my plug like
We dropping again
Gold on me god bless
Hoes want me god bless
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
Pole no lean I get
Shots at teams I fetch
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
My lifes a prophecy
When you listen to the quotes
I be amongst the goats
I got it covered like its some coats
I'm thinking bout it dont wanna be new wave
I got me some boats
I could just easily be in my easy me
Or become ruthless like Easy E
Look at the game ain't no pleasing me
Streets ain't releasing me
Ankles tied up in some ropes
Rap got me closest to dreaming this evening
I'm dropped in this process
Achieving not leaving
It really make more sense
They cheating and leading
Even bleeding more cents
They really be breeding greed
You need an old lense
To see how they peak and be
They feeding more dense
Records, they repeat a beat
And reading no sense
I'm treating this heat
I mean to be the more tense
Version of 2Pac
Motherfuck what you got
My niggas they too got
The deepest and true gut to eat up this shit
Ima beat up this shit
When I linked up with Beatshoven and Feziekk
I felt in my heart I believe in this shit
That we be relieving this shit
But I still reveal an arm like its a short sleeve in this shit
My niggas ain't thieving and shit
Unless its jack and leaving with the shit
Hoes want me god bless
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
Pole no lean I get
Shots at teams I fetch
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
I got that gold on me god bless
They know they hoes want me god bless
I know those foes want beef I rest
Boy please aye don't go beat my chest
They got them poles no lean I get
I throw them shots at teams I fetch
I know those foеs want beef I rest
Boy please ayе don't go beat my chest
No problem
Bitch it's like 4 in the morning
I really be zoning and zoning and zoning
Boy rest in peace pop smoke
And rest in peace Kobe
This girl gonna suck me
I know that she want me
She fine like a meal out the oven and warming
I pick me a side and I ride till the morning
I'm willing to die behind mines in the moment
You really my slime put the c in component
Feelings
Hot girl bad as bitch, woo
Pop smoke dance with the kick, woo
Midas is right on my wrist
If I'm writing I'm hitting like black power fists
Fuck it
Tell em to send me the budget cop me gear
Like camo trousers do you copy copy here
Well fuck your war at every corner turn
Nigga industry fear me I'm something worse
Boy they wasn't feeling me I got it first
Y'all a bunch of sheep I got followers
And my style dripping like a Jerry curl
Boy I'm cutting up like
Where your barber works
All my hoes tripping like Chipo and friends
Give a fuck bout your comments
I buried my friends
An nobody want problems or been to my ends
Have to live on the charts moving out of my rents
When the shots getting fired
They stood on a fence
Lemme break this shit down nigga
Here come the stems
I got opps I got fiends I got Angels
And demons an fiver other reasons
Your girl on my neck
This a shoutout to Peezus I'm nice with the lens
Boy the eyes twenty vision like Kia that bends
Had to drive your fans crazy
And drop top the Benz
Got a call from my plug like
We dropping again
Gold on me god bless
Hoes want me god bless
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
Pole no lean I get
Shots at teams I fetch
Foes want beef I rest
Don't go beat my chest
My lifes a prophecy
When you listen to the quotes
I be amongst the goats
I got it covered like its some coats
I'm thinking bout it dont wanna be new wave
I got me some boats
I could just easily be in my easy me
Or become ruthless like Easy E
Look at the game ain't no pleasing me
Streets ain't releasing me
Ankles tied up in some ropes
Rap got me closest to dreaming this evening
I'm dropped in this process
Achieving not leaving
It really make more sense
They cheating and leading
Even bleeding more cents
They really be breeding greed
You need an old lense
To see how they peak and be
They feeding more dense
Records, they repeat a beat
And reading no sense
I'm treating this heat
I mean to be the more tense
Version of 2Pac
Motherfuck what you got
My niggas they too got
The deepest and true gut to eat up this shit
Ima beat up this shit
When I linked up with Beatshoven and Feziekk
I felt in my heart I believe in this shit
That we be relieving this shit
But I still reveal an arm like its a short sleeve in this shit
My niggas ain't thieving and shit
Unless its jack and leaving with the shit
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