On God ft. Mike Yorkz Lyrics

Need the mood set right

I'm a feen yea

Blow a bowl outside

See the stars baby

Strap my soul on tight

Don't fall now no no

Waited all my life

On God baby

On God baby

On God baby

On God yea

On God baby

I swear they all phony

Pretending to be family and act like the homie

I give myself the credit they don't do it for me

I Don't need credit karma to know that they hating on me

I know that they hating on me

I get the report

They wishing on my down fall they coming up short

I need the competition to me this a sport

We tapping on the bottle before every toast

Niggas be doing the most

Hitting my bowl and I fly

How you gone tell me to put my pride to the side like you been by my side

Any direction I point I know that my brothers gone ride

Don't think cuz we not posting them pictures them bullets won't fly

Know that I'm short on my time

But I'm gone fight till the end

Balling like mike Beasley

Baby told you I'm him

Fill up my cup to the brim

still got some grass left to trim

Before that we get in this bed

Only thing I need

Need the mood set right

I'm a feen yea

Blow a bowl outside

See the stars baby

Strap my soul on tight

Don't fall now no no

Waited all my life

On God baby

Yea

Waited all my life

And we here right now

I won't let shit slide

What we gone do now

Where we go from here

Whipe my tears

No more fear baby

I can't run no more

Hurt no more

Heal my wounds

Need the mood set right

I'm a feen yea

Blow a bowl outside

See the stars baby

Strap my soul on tight

Don't fall now no no

Waited all my life

On God baby

On God baby

On God baby

On God yea

On god baby

On God