Young Mugz - Get God On The Phone | 03.26.2016 | 1:06 AM lyrics

(Bridge 1) I'm feeling like Omar from the wire Don't need no melodies from a choir Lifes woes got me low p**y and henny is what I require I keep a peace until it's peace and ceasefire Should I call up the nearest hoe Or call on a power higher (hook) Get God on the phone The new demons are unknown Hoes wanna be my boo, lean in my styrofoam My hood going Brazy So I picked up a microphone Hoes wanna be my boo, lean in my styrofoam Get Free on the phone Tell him bring the chrome I don't feel home In my home World is going Brazy So I picked up a microphone Play this sh** on a megaphone, in the middle of a thunderstorm (verse 1) Get God on the phone Weed put me in a daze I usually don't smoke But every car switches lanes Time to stop playing games Give a f** about your claims I don't even know your name This henny the one to blame, diamonds in my chain, ugh Came from the gutter, me and my brothers Ugh Island of Shaolin, my youngings is Wildin Ugh Bros before hoes and my teeth is all golden Ugh 300 like we Roman, you was never the homie (Bridge 2) I Seen police make em rest in peace Devilish thoughts when they say freeze There was no curb only streets Can you please pray for me? (hook 2) Get God on the phone The new demons are unknown Hoes wanna be my boo, lean in my styrofoam My hood going Brazy So I picked up a microphone Hoes wannabe my boo, lean in my styrofoam Get Free on the phone (what's good bro?) (verse 2) Nappy head Nash, he was born with a dream Living in the fast lane, till he skrrt then he screamed Mid life crisis, he now knows what life is So goes to the club with a bad full of bud, just to look enticing Knowing damn well that he can't afford the prices (damn) You trapped in a pool tryna swim to the top I don't really want s** are you cool with just top I lost love for the block I admit it brings too much stress Me & Free is like Kobe & Shaq I'm take the shot if I miss he'll put it back Touch my brudda and its off with your cap If this year ain't my year then it's clear That you hating Too long I been patient we done with the waiting I f** her on the side keep her on the low You'd never know that we dating When I sidetrack on a track it's hard to tell what I'm stating I give you room to walk and mother f**ers start skating I'm just tryna buy a black Mercedes coupe Just to drive by the birds that like to sit in a coup I'm just tryna buy Margiellas dripped in gold I'm just tryna to where it's hot cause my heart so cold