Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
Death don't discriminate
Treat you like Minute Maid
Squeeze till you waste away
Ain't long till you dissipate
Have fun with your syndicate
Shout you out when I syndicate
Bow my head when the sinners prays
More secrets than the NSA, in what the pastor say
Gotta renovate that state of mind
Snakes in the grass they layin' mines
Act like you seen a ghost when you see me
Next time might be a rolls, when you see
Ass like amber rose, put it on me
Money or the women, what's it gon be
Who said that I gotta choose, nigga
My girl got cake I eat it too, nigga
How 'bout you worry 'bout you, nigga
Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
The fame'll have you lost
Then searchin' for the cross
We know it's all an act
Like David Hasselhoff
Had all eyes on you like Pac
No wonder you got caught
Real niggas are either dead or in jail
That's how we know you been an opp
Bad lil thing acting acrobatic
Told me slow it down 'cause she asthmatic
Told her lose my number, simple mathematics
I'm an asshole, I don't wanna talk about it
Don't really get mad when the head right
And my nigga had the burner call him enzyme
Now he trapped in a cell, 'cause they tapped his real well and she only likes me for my family jewels
Might disappear like Chapelle or cruella deville till my villa's spotted in the hills
Loner if you couldn't tell, I keep few in my circle,I trust they won't fold never will
I stay on chill 'cause My heart been cold and my emotions all been repo'd
I said it before and I'll say it again, muhhf*cka I don't think I'll ever trust these hoes
Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
Ehizoje - D.O.D. Lyrics
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Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
Death don't discriminate
Treat you like Minute Maid
Squeeze till you waste away
Ain't long till you dissipate
Have fun with your syndicate
Shout you out when I syndicate
Bow my head when the sinners prays
More secrets than the NSA, in what the pastor say
Gotta renovate that state of mind
Snakes in the grass they layin' mines
Act like you seen a ghost when you see me
Next time might be a rolls, when you see
Ass like amber rose, put it on me
Money or the women, what's it gon be
Who said that I gotta choose, nigga
My girl got cake I eat it too, nigga
How 'bout you worry 'bout you, nigga
Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
The fame'll have you lost
Then searchin' for the cross
We know it's all an act
Like David Hasselhoff
Had all eyes on you like Pac
No wonder you got caught
Real niggas are either dead or in jail
That's how we know you been an opp
Bad lil thing acting acrobatic
Told me slow it down 'cause she asthmatic
Told her lose my number, simple mathematics
I'm an asshole, I don't wanna talk about it
Don't really get mad when the head right
And my nigga had the burner call him enzyme
Now he trapped in a cell, 'cause they tapped his real well and she only likes me for my family jewels
Might disappear like Chapelle or cruella deville till my villa's spotted in the hills
Loner if you couldn't tell, I keep few in my circle,I trust they won't fold never will
I stay on chill 'cause My heart been cold and my emotions all been repo'd
I said it before and I'll say it again, muhhf*cka I don't think I'll ever trust these hoes
Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
Death don't discriminate
Treat you like Minute Maid
Squeeze till you waste away
Ain't long till you dissipate
Have fun with your syndicate
Shout you out when I syndicate
Bow my head when the sinners prays
More secrets than the NSA, in what the pastor say
Gotta renovate that state of mind
Snakes in the grass they layin' mines
Act like you seen a ghost when you see me
Next time might be a rolls, when you see
Ass like amber rose, put it on me
Money or the women, what's it gon be
Who said that I gotta choose, nigga
My girl got cake I eat it too, nigga
How 'bout you worry 'bout you, nigga
Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
The fame'll have you lost
Then searchin' for the cross
We know it's all an act
Like David Hasselhoff
Had all eyes on you like Pac
No wonder you got caught
Real niggas are either dead or in jail
That's how we know you been an opp
Bad lil thing acting acrobatic
Told me slow it down 'cause she asthmatic
Told her lose my number, simple mathematics
I'm an asshole, I don't wanna talk about it
Don't really get mad when the head right
And my nigga had the burner call him enzyme
Now he trapped in a cell, 'cause they tapped his real well and she only likes me for my family jewels
Might disappear like Chapelle or cruella deville till my villa's spotted in the hills
Loner if you couldn't tell, I keep few in my circle,I trust they won't fold never will
I stay on chill 'cause My heart been cold and my emotions all been repo'd
I said it before and I'll say it again, muhhf*cka I don't think I'll ever trust these hoes
Death over dishonor
Death over designer
Do you have fear of God
Catch you in the line up
All these niggas frauds
Scammin' for a dollar
Then snitchin' to the honor
Soon they'll get their karma
Writer: Ehizoje Usigbe
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