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letra de real ones - god over money

[verse 1: bizzle]
uh
god over money on that white tee
got them haters tryin’ hard not to like me
they say i’m going too far, and i might be
i’d rather go too hard for the right thing
i put off for the team everywhere i go
still [?] over pesos when in mexico
set it up, but i rep it when the fetty low
my god said he’s never leave, and i bet he won’t, ayy

[chorus: bizzle]
pull up in the drop, like it’s summer time
top down, play it loud, so the sun will shine
you can’t please everyone everytime
but we’ll be okay
maybe, you were never meant to feel us
‘cuz it’s only for the real ones
you’re tryin’ to hold us down, but we’re still up
and we do it for the real ones
(ay, ay, ay, ay)

[post-chorus: bizzle]
so tell ’em not to hate on me
homie ain’t nothin play low key
i’m reppin my team
g.o.m. and me
i be reppin’ ’till i d.i.e
it’s the god in me

[verse 2: bumps inf]
g.o.m. that logo on the hoodie
ain’t no tellin’ what i could do if you push me
but you keep it cool with me, i keep it cool witchu
yeah, spirit is in me, i’m feelin bullet-proof
i know that no weapon formed
against me, shall prosper since i’ve been reborn
so, even if i’m in the eye of the storm
i will trust you enough to deny that it’s wrong
so, why you mad at me? ‘cuz i’m reppin’ him?
got you gobbling down the shake, like you’re at the gym
a pretty fan of all the portraits you’ve never seen
‘cuz you were sick and we are clean
and have the medicine

[chorus: bizzle]
maybe, you were never meant to feel us
‘cuz it’s only for the real ones
you’re tryin’ to hold us down, but we’re still up
and we do it for the real ones
(ay, ay, ay, ay)

[post-chorus: bizzle]
so tell ’em not to hate on me
homie ain’t nothin play low key
i’m reppin’ my team
g.o.m. and me
i be reppin’ ’till i d.i.e
it’s the god in me

[verse 3: a.i. the anomaly]
real livin’, real giving
i’m all in it, got that real limit
so, fill up and go get it
this is real business
real vision, i real feel it
i was real wicked, real greedy and real filthy
i was real trippin’, real slippy, gripping the cliff
i was feelin living that cook with the thrill that has come with it
all to the real help
and all to my h-ll, shifted my view quick with the tools
seeing that real difference, still in this field, never derail
he took the wheel, for ever the real recognize real
reppin that deal, yeah, yeah
real mission, it’s that god over money
that life that i been livin’, so, really i’ve been gritty, yeah

[chorus: bizzle]
maybe, you were never meant to feel us
‘cuz it’s only for the real ones
you’re tryin’ to hold us down, but we’re still up
and we do it for the real ones
(ay, ay, ay, ay)

[post-chorus: bizzle]
so tell ’em not to hate on me
homie ain’t nothin play low key
i’m reppin my team
g.o.m. and me
i be reppin’ ’till i d.i.e
it’s the god in me

- god over money

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