Ever wondered what it's like to live life on the edge with money, fame, and loyalty all at stake? Lil Keed takes us on a journey through the highs and lows of his success. The lyrics paint a picture of transformation—from waiting for good things to come to basking in luxury and flaunting designer brands like Palm Angels and Fear of God. There's a strong sense of loyalty and mutual protection, illustrated through lines about riding for each other and "pockets on Bible." Despite the glitz and glam, Keed acknowledges the ruthlessness needed to protect his status, implying he'd "kill all rivals" for his millions. The song is a blend of celebration and caution, embracing both the sweet and perilous aspects of his lifestyle.
Fear of God
Lyrics
Uh, excuse me, miss, um
I was wondering, um, if you could point me to the safe spot, um
The mean is at
Never mind, I found it
I been there anyway, I been there
Keed talk to 'em
Told you the chains gon' come, I told you these hoes gon' come
We rockin' Palm Angel, told you the drip was gon' come
Yeah, flooded with these jewels
I taste her honey, Winnie Pooh
I spilled the syrup on my shirt
I'm tryna pour it in the juice (let's go)
Yeah, her pussy baldhead, Caillou (let's go)
Know if you ride for me (yes)
Know I'ma ride for you
Fear of God on the shoes
And my pockets on Bible
And for these millions
I'll kill all rivals (Keed talk to 'em)
Baby, I can't buy you no ring (never)
No, I won't tell you everything (never)
Everything plain jane today (what?)
I rock the Rollie, plain jane (plain jane)
Yeah, my slime lit (slime)
Yeah, ain't never stole nothin' (never stole nothin')
Yeah we got dicks on the Glock
Baby, no need for Trojans (never)
Yeah (let's go, let's go)
What'd I tell you 'bout that shit?
Queen Elizabeth pearls on my bitch (let's go)
No Giuseppe, I use as my kicks, fuck the rest
Yeah yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Muso Kuso drip, ooh, ooh (Muso Kuso)
I don't know why these lil' bitty broke bitches be lyin' on me (lil' bitty broke bitches)
Yeah, they mad 'cause I spend no time with them, I spend time on me (spend time on me)
Watch what you say and watch what you do, 'cause I'll slime your OG, yeah (slime, slime)
In Bali, smokin' on OG
Told you the chains gon' come (let's go)
I told you these hoes gon' come (keed talk to 'em)
We rockin' Palm Angel, told you the drip was gon' come
Yeah, flooded with these jewels
I taste her honey, Winnie Pooh
I spilled the syrup on my shirt (syrup on my shirt)
I'm tryna pour it in the juice (let's go)
Yeah, her pussy baldhead, Caillou (let's go)
Know if you ride for me (yes), (ride for me)
Know I'ma ride for you (gon' ride for me)
Fear of God on the shoes (fear God)
And my pockets on Bible (pockets on Bible)
And for these millions
I'll kill all rivals
Girl, you know I'll tell you the truth, know I won't lie
And these niggas, they sour, they bitter, ain't talkin' no lime
Yeah, niggas want no smoke, niggas be hiding
Yeah, we slidin', these choppers leave your mama whining
Yeah, this Water by G chain full, need to drain it
Yeah, I got out the hood, to my partners' new life
Yeah, I did that, I ain't think 'bout it
Yeah, yeah, I call Gary Vee
Know he gon' give me advice 'bout it (Woo)
Shit, damn, in the hotbox, we got jammed
Yeah, we scrammed in that Lam', in that 'Ventador
Yeah, hit her on the balcony, uh
Yeah, then I'm passin' it, yeah
Yeah, fur on my Gucci slides, nigga, like a bear
Told you the chains gon' come, I told you these hoes gon' come
We rockin' Palm Angel, told you the drip was gon' come
Yeah, flooded with these jewels
I taste her honey, Winnie Pooh
I spilled the syrup on my shirt
I'm tryna pour it in the juice (let's go)
Yeah, her pussy baldhead, Caillou (let's go)
Know if you ride for me (yes)
Know I'ma ride for you
Fear of God on the shoes (shoes)
And my pockets on Bible
And for these millions
I'll kill all rivals
Writer(s): Lord Capp, Raqhid Jevon Render
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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