[Chorus]

Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod

I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard

Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart

Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade

Say he stepper, but he act like them broads

Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars

Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart

Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod

[Verse 1]

You supposed to be my dawg, then why the fuck you speaking on me?

Now I know you not my dawg because of what the fuck you showed me

Niggas stabbed me in back then fake a smile right in my face

Like I'm not gon' hear about it, people tell me everything

You be moving like a snake and now ya belly getting cut up

You be acting like a cousin but be quick to call me brother

Man this money and this fame got niggas talking with a stutter

How you say you from the street but you get nervous in the gutter?

[Pre-Chorus]

Don't come my way, my way

Don't have the time today

Tryna be a different man

But I still love my old ways

[Chorus]

Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod

I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard

Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart

Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade

Say he stepper, but he act like them broads

Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars

Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart

Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod

[Verse 2]

Niggas telling me I changed, man, I really can't believe it

They be quick to call me lame 'cause the shit they not receiving

Everybody got a dream, only come true if you ain't sleeping

Niggas quick to say they're hungry, then tell you what they not eating

I can never trust a soul and that goes for anyone

Knew Georgie truckin' with this awesome new bitch, I got plenty guns

Step on the scene with the fours black and white, bitch, I got plenty ones

Curb stomp a motherfucker, wipe the check off when I'm done

Fat nigga with the hands, they a hundred grand

I would make ya jaw expand, do you hear me, fam?

Hope they get it on the cam, put it on the gram

I won't use no wrestle moves, nigga, fuck a slam

[Pre-Chorus]

Don't come my way, my way

Don't have the time today

Tryna be a different man

But I still love my old ways

[Chorus]

Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod

I can tell he wanna be me, but he trying too hard

Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain't smart

Don't nobody even trip, they know it's all a façade

Say he stepper, but he act like them broads

Say he a spinner, so we hit up them cars

Can't wait to catch 'em, I'ma rip 'em apart

Gave it to God, but I ride with a rod