On God (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Tony Shhnow)

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 ****, twist these ****

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