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On God
MIKE ft. Tony Seltzer, Earl Sweatshirt & Tony Shhnow
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I'ma be real here
Stop sellin' them phones that's wired to the federal government
That's what I'ma tell you
Okay, have a good day
Nah, fuck 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 my friends in the dirt, only with dog
My bro and my sister, we makin' it work, 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 Rocked when I saw the deposit
Ain't off the top, but it's all off the noggin
I'll do you wrong, my dog can vouch
I'm not alone, I'm lost without you
Trust, I get colder along that route
Bounce the 'Wood, I smoke about you
I never front, I be holdin' it down
You envy us when we comin' around
Easin' that trauma, smoke in the shower
Finna be slumped if you focusin' now
I used to front, but I know it's the sour
I'm in that club, probably 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 nard, I go order a round
I heard that probably 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 my friends in the dirt, only with dog
My bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God
Yeah, yeah, my trust fucked up, I was fucked up
She was for you, but now she for us
Diamonds hittin' like a disco ball and she goin' sure 'nough
I smoke and sold dope, rollin' Joke's 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 tryna suck my jeans, I can keep the pants on
All my friends dead, feeling unsaid, I expand on
She in four days, I need halfway, we on homeboy
She gon do Chane'-ne', I'ma do the belt, Louis Vuitton
I'm pourin' Don Juan, tatted like a 'migo, told her, "I'm the one"
One-twelve 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 my friends in the dirt, only with dog
My bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God
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