On God (The Sauce)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah... Yeah, yeah, yeah! YEAH! It's that motherfucking bop Bop Bop, bop, bop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop To all my dawgs Keeping y'all in health Just to see ya smilin' Enjoy ya' self To all my dawgs Keeping y'all in health Just to see ya smilin' Enjoy ya' self [Hook] What's your name? What's your gender? What's your age? Your credentials? It's the secret to the sauce But it's strictly confidential On God (On God) Prime-time real estate At home bigger steak That's how I'm feelin' On God (On God) Whoosah, whoosah Know you see he's bout' to gruesome on BOI! On God (On God) Whoosah, whoosah Know you about to see It's bout' to get crucial BOI! On God [Verse 1: Jon Connor, Female Vocalist] This the anthem for witnessin' go-getter's Go-getter's That put a glitch in tha' whole system Vеrsace cologne Get еm' off of tha' pole quicker A man that know his role Make a hoe see the whole picture On God (On God) Time is precious like an infant-big Time it like I'm A.B. baby Girl how could you miss it Here's a word to the dealer's If the fed's comin' to getcha' Ninety-five percent of the cases End in conviction On God (On God) I stay optimistic Till my goal becomes realistic And I block any contradictions If you cannot see the vision I got the option not to listen Win, lose, or draw That's my decision On God [Hook] What's your name? What's your gender? What's your age? Your credentials? It's the secret to the sauce But it's strictly confidential On God (On God) Prime-time real estate At home bigger steak That's how I'm feelin' On God (On God) Whoosah, whoosah Know you see he's bout' to gruesome on BOI! On God (On God) Whoosah, whoosah Know you about to see It's bout' to get crucial BOI! On God [Bridge] I sleep with one eye open And one eye closed That's how we got to be Because I know my foes Broke and petty But it rarely keep me on my toes Don't think I second-guess homie Cuz no I don't I don't be scary bout' it That ain't for erry'body If you don't believe me now Then you gonn' hear about it Nigga colder than Alaska Iller than the last one Realer than the last Go guerrilla on yo' ass [Verse 2: Stretch Money, ] What's your name Your credentials? Where you from What'chu into? They gonn' check yo' resume To make sure that you official Over here it's detrimental To be out without your pistol If these niggas know you lacking They gonn' try and come and getchu' On God Don't get caught without your weapon Really ain't no second-guessing It could happen in a second Cuz these niggas out here stressin' Erry'body need a blessin' There's a lot of shit that's wrong But ain't nobody askin' questions On God This rap shit is my profession I could give these niggas lessons How to do it to perfection See it started out a hobby Then it turned to an obsession It ain't nothin' bout me deep That's why I do it with aggression On God I'll prob'ly do it to the death And if I never make it big I'm still remembered as a legend When you open up the scrolls The prophecies say I was destined Angels with me I put that on one-eleven Strip from heaven On God