MIKE - On God Lyrics

I'ma be real here
Stop sellin' 'em phones that's wired to the Federal Government
That's what I'ma tell you
Okay, have a good day
Nah, f*ck a good day, make it a bad day
Ayo, my outlaw niggas, twist these niggas

I'm in it first, my face on the wall
We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all
They throw sticks and stones and rocks but they never hurt
I'm so appalled, I feel like Uzi Vert, all of my friends in the dirt
Only with dawg, my bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God (on God)

She know I'm odd, I'm always a problem
You know I'm on and off, hydraulic
I cannot talk, it's all in your pocket
I milly rock when I saw the deposit
Ain't off the top but it's off the noggin
I'll do you wrong, my dawg can vouch
I'm not alone, I'm lost without you
Trust, I get colder along that route
But I don't see what is smoke about you (yeah)
I never front, I be holdin' it down
You envy us when we comin' around
He's in that trauma, smokin' the shout
Huh, if you slung it, yuor foes is a noun
I used to front, but I know it's the south
I'm in that club, prolly blowin' a thou'
Ain't from New York, but I'll show you the town
I got some za and some drugs that's loud
Shoutout to Zaza, I'm pullin' around
I worked so hard, I'm enjoyin' it now, yeah
I been so loud, I go order a round
I got that power, yeah, over the crowd, yeah

I'm in it first, my face on the wall
We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all
They throw sticks and stones and rocks but they never hurt
I'm so appalled, I feel like Uzi Vert, all of my friends in the dirt
Only with dawg, my bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God (on God)

Yeah, my trust f*cked up, I was f*cked up
She was for you, but now she f*ck us
Diamonds hittin' like a disco ball and she goin' sho nuff
I smoke and sold dope, rollin' jokes up, feel the road rush
She gon' toe touch like a nail tech, I be hands on
Tony tryna stack a couple million dollars, put his mans on
Baby girl is tryna suck my jeans, I can keep the pants on
All my friends dead, feelings unsaid I expand on
She in full days, I need halfway, we are homeborn
She gon' do Chane'-ne', I'ma do the belt, Louis Vuitton
I'm pourin' Don Juan, take it like a Migo, told her, "I'm the one"
112 on the dash, bad month, I make bands just like Sean
You watchin' me 'cause I switch times zones
Your temp' get too hot, you get fired on

We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all
They throw sticks and stones and rocks but they never hurt
I'm so appalled, I feel like Uzi Vert, all of my friends in the dirt
Only with dawg, my bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God (on God)