On God lyrics

[Chorus: Miss R Lee]
You ain't on no level ahead of me
No attack that you're sending could ever end in the end of me
Yeah, that's why I'm friends with the enemy, f*ck the peace and serenity
This is end in the en-
Tell 'em if I made a promise, I'm on it
I don't care if you don't- on this, sleep on it
I'm never gassed up, get my back up
Everybody for backup, not a steamer, I'm a scrapper, let-

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Dealin wit' all of the pitfall' from the strugglin'
Thеy killin' the lawlessness and flaws from thе government
They did all the ballin' that was caused from the stubbornness
When I done bought up all of the cars and the Cullinans
You spittin' them air-quote raps
You n*ggas is my kids, you in my shadow like my beard when my hair grow back
Grah, I got my people to grieve
I got white people to please
That's my cerebral disease
So I just run 'way, which is the piece of the cheese?
But know real money's made until real peace of the G's
I went on tours for it
Wrote verses, chords for it, stayed at the Waldorf
Grah, I learned peace is earned, ain't no guarantees
Speakin' of peace, I went to war for it, ahh
Shortee Blitz, boy
[Chorus: Miss R Lee]
You ain't on no level ahead of me
No attack that you're sending could ever end in the end of me
Yeah, that's why I'm friends with the enemy, f*ck the peace and serenity
This is end in the en-
Tell 'em if I made a promise, I'm on it
I don't care if you don't- on this, sleep on it
I'm never gassed up, get my back up
Everybody for backup, not a steamer, I'm a scrapper, let-

[Verse 2: Durrty Goodz]
Put this on everything that I live for, put this on everything that I love
That's my mama, my wifey, my daughters, my n*gga, don't think that you're f*ckin' me, must is the family trust
And we don't allow the cowards to come around, I send subliminal bluffs
I'm loaded, I'll spray your [?] and it's bust
On God, they won't catch me off guard, I've been blessed by the Lord
I've been tested by Satan's sons and I kicked the Devil in his test of cards
Caught all of the Trojan few and [?] that crib with an ocean view
Act like I won't run up in your shoe you and blow me thang in yo vocal booth
This sound like I got a sinus cause my flows be frozen from when I was a yew
This story repeats itself so they keep rewindin' me when they want the truth
Cause this is that original Hebrew spit, these n*ggas keep makin' excuses
And every time they rap on a mic, I think it's real, nah n*gga, don't be stupid
Call man if I told them that my boy lied, they could never [?]
Forty fund a gram, eight-oh zero gas, though I'm shootin' stars out a video car
N-N-None could put a value on what we know is art
I'll fill them with a two-two just like Noah's Ark where-
[Chorus: Miss R Lee]
You ain't on no level ahead of me
No attack that you're sending could ever end in the end of me
Yeah, that's why I'm friends with the enemy, f*ck the peace and serenity
This is end in the en-
Tell 'em if I made a promise, I'm on it
I don't care if you don't- on this, sleep on it
I'm never gassed up, get my back up
Everybody for backup, not a steamer, I'm a scrapper, let-