Testo God & My 32

I walked up in this bitch with God and my 32
I walked up in this bitch with God

I walked up in this bitch with God and my 32
Double XL all of a interlude
I'm in New Jersey with the boof pollutin' up your room
Baby why you stressin' me I just wanna' see you move
For you I'd probably go to hell and back and to the moon Don't no one want what's best for you, I want what's best for you
No one else cherish you like how I cherish you
Niggas hate me I'd probably die for they sins too
I'm the same lil' nigga who just chose to stay true
I'm the same lil' nigga I just tripled up my loot
All my real niggas down to the bottom of the tool
Ball on my court stand for something had to shoot
How you come this far then end up right behind them bars
I was bein' humble baby, forgot Imma star
I be lit on stage while you be hidin' who you are
Gotta' lotta' pain and rage Imma need a quarter bar
Gotta' lotta' pain and rage but no hate up in my heart
Need [?] bih' bad [?] shopping cart
Lil lady lil' baby into more than Paul Blart
Free my lil' woadie cuz he got caught up by them Narcs Yeah I love them muscle cars but I don't need no push-to-start
But I love the way that coupe double parallel park
But my strap made of steel, iron fist, Tony Stark
Got a long journey ahead of me, I'm ready to embark
No relationship relate too much then I'm bound to dip
If I had a girlfriend we countin' checks and loadin' clips
Yeah you gon' hear me out of all those rumors in the mist
He seen you on the internet act like you don't exist
They say it's more fishes in the sea than catfish
Pussy boy you fool yeah these niggas catnip
[?] pressure gon' turn you to a sandwich
Fauni gettin' to it that ain't no question
Bands