Parlay Chip - On God (feat. Harvvv) Lyrics

Expensive pain still hurt
Can't never get too caught up in the game, it's still work
I ain't come up from nothing, look around, it's still dirt
That's compared to the shit I'm tryna see
I ain't nothing like none of these niggas you tryna be
I'm my own man, told you I can't never trust a soul, it be your own mans
Know if I get locked, I'm bonding out with just my own bands
I can tell you stories, but experience is on hand
Niggas ain't on shit, I just wanna own land
Why they gotta pay me for these bars like a phone plan
Niggas tried to play me from the start till the song jam
Now I'm getting wavy with the art, we standing on sand
How you gon' snake the ones cheering from your own stands
Nigga, that's your home fans, not people you should play
Niggas really hated on us, now it's nothing you could say
I'm somewhere eating good, sending parlays to parlay
On god
On god, I never told the bitch a lie
Know I'm honest with em even though I gotta watch em cry
Even though I'm not the best, still promise I'm a try
Brick by brick, tryna stack a milli fore the day I die
How much longer fore I make it
Said it take dedication, but I'm running low on patience
Life get foul, I'm talking flagrant
I'm in the garden, ignoring whispers from the snakes
Still fall prey to the heathens, disappointing all the deacons
Making mistakes that my father didn't
I'm too quick to anger, too slow to laughter
Mixing liquor till I'm plastered, who I'm sposed to trust
Everyday it's rumors talking about how such and such
Don't f*ck with such and such because they talk too much
Shit will have you looking foolish, cause the fakest once was truest
The smartest way to live is guard your heart and staying ruthless
On god, nigga
On god, nigga
On god, all I love in this world is my fam
On god, I was a schoolboy, still served those grams
On god, errything that I swear is true
On god, this rollie sitting on my wrist brand new
On god, all I love in this world is my fam
On god, I was a schoolboy, still served those grams
On god, errything that I swear is true
On god, this rollie sitting on my wrist brand new