Call Up God, Pt. 2
My God (My God)
I'm just tryna find a way
On the road they pave
I just need you to explain my God (My God)
Should I turn the other way?
I been stressing everyday
I been lookin' every way, my God
I pray that things will go my way
I know that I will end up payed
But it seems a mile away, my God
My God, it's been a while since I talked to you
You gave advice that I'd have never even thought of
Who could blame me?
I question, but it's not to take a shot at you (Take a shot at you)
I need my answers
What I got, I never thought it's true
Do you make it rain?
Do you bring the positivity and pain?
Is it a sin to kill a motherfucker if he want a problem and get in my way?
(No)
And I don't mean that I'm a killer
But fuck with the fam and I'll light you like Miller (Bang)
You lookin' to squash all the beef
But my goal's a thriller (Thriller!)
Oh look, it's a gift I was given
The words on my paper directly from heaven
The soul in my lyrics ineffably evident
Is it possible that I was heaven sent?
I got my doubts
My faith in a drought
I got a belief
I don't know what about
But if I know one thing
It's that I'm about
To blow up on motherfuckers
I'ma show you, I'll scream it and shout
I'm on a world tour, fuck that
Searchin' the galaxy lookin for fallacy
Anything, anyone, give me the gallery
What am I good for? Just ask
I'd tell you I spit it ridiculous
If I had a choice I would pick your bitch
If I had a dollar I'd split it with
The homie I never be kickin with
He need it the most, no braggin and boast
It's simple and most don't get it, I hope
To never be close, with all of you snakes
They all on my back, clutch it, I ain't boutta choke
(Whoo!)
Wet like I came off a boat
You makin' it rain, I'm makin' it soak
You writin' a lyric I'm writin a quote
You thought I would fear it I'm typin' the smoke
I don't need arms, I need guns
I don't need tens, I need ones
I don't need friends, I need funds
I don't need ends, I need dones
I don't want fake, I want great
I don't want steak, I want stakes
You ain't got weed, you got shake
You ain't got love, you got hate
I don't want bets, I want odds
Got a few friends, a lot frauds
And I ain't perfect, got flaws
Better go worship, Allah
(Allah)
My God (My God)
I'm just tryna find a way
On the road they pave
I just need you to explain, my God (My God)
I pray that things will go my way
I know that I will end up payed
But it seems a mile away, my God
My God
Never could win without losses
Never could live without knowledge
I try to give without dollars
I remember, I was kid
Thought that to live you need college
But i was, ever so wrong
All I would need is a pencil and beat
Try to keep it discrete for the first couple weeks
Then I realized that I could make songs, Yeah
Still am not where i desire (Nah)
And i need the fat cash
Some shit still don't make sense
Like flashbacks of when i retire
My soul ain't for sale (Nah)
And I don't even wanna know the first buyer
I know each day is a stepping stone
But I wanna know when it's set in stone
Giving a call I ain't go til he hang it up
In other words, I ain't letting go
Time will tell who's on my side
Word to Cole, I guess time has told
If I had a fight with father time
Who would've known how time would fold
Now I got no hand to hold
Damn it's cold, but i had to pay the price
And I got these veins of ice like, my name D'Angelo
Dammit bro, I keep praying I move
Everyday I just stay in my room
I'd rather die than not make it out
let me know if I should stay in the tomb
I see the way I improve
But it don't matter less' I can relay it to you
Praying that I can break through the cocoon
Am I losing the light in me too? Never
Too, clever
Why would they try with a guy that is beating himself?
Tired of repeating himself
And I know he'd rather die
Just so he dont lose to you
When I pray, my prey fall on me
God just talked me, said i'm oughta be
A big star but i know what that'll mean
Glad I know astronomy (Yeah)
Any star one day burn out (Yes Sir!)
Never will know how it turn out
This time I ain't call up God
I'ma wait til' God come call on me (Wake)
My God (My God)
I'm just tryna find a way
On the road they pave
I just need you to explain my God (My God)
Should I turn the other way?
I been stressing everyday
I been lookin' every way, my God
I pray that things will go my way
I know that I will end up payed
But it seems a mile away, my God
Should I turn the other way?
I been stressing everyday
I been lookin' every way, my God
I'm just tryna find a way
On the road they pave
I just need you to explain my God (My God)
Should I turn the other way?
I been stressing everyday
I been lookin' every way, my God
I pray that things will go my way
I know that I will end up payed
But it seems a mile away, my God
My God, it's been a while since I talked to you
You gave advice that I'd have never even thought of
Who could blame me?
I question, but it's not to take a shot at you (Take a shot at you)
I need my answers
What I got, I never thought it's true
Do you make it rain?
Do you bring the positivity and pain?
Is it a sin to kill a motherfucker if he want a problem and get in my way?
(No)
And I don't mean that I'm a killer
But fuck with the fam and I'll light you like Miller (Bang)
You lookin' to squash all the beef
But my goal's a thriller (Thriller!)
Oh look, it's a gift I was given
The words on my paper directly from heaven
The soul in my lyrics ineffably evident
Is it possible that I was heaven sent?
I got my doubts
My faith in a drought
I got a belief
I don't know what about
But if I know one thing
It's that I'm about
To blow up on motherfuckers
I'ma show you, I'll scream it and shout
I'm on a world tour, fuck that
Searchin' the galaxy lookin for fallacy
Anything, anyone, give me the gallery
What am I good for? Just ask
I'd tell you I spit it ridiculous
If I had a choice I would pick your bitch
If I had a dollar I'd split it with
The homie I never be kickin with
He need it the most, no braggin and boast
It's simple and most don't get it, I hope
To never be close, with all of you snakes
They all on my back, clutch it, I ain't boutta choke
(Whoo!)
Wet like I came off a boat
You makin' it rain, I'm makin' it soak
You writin' a lyric I'm writin a quote
You thought I would fear it I'm typin' the smoke
I don't need arms, I need guns
I don't need tens, I need ones
I don't need friends, I need funds
I don't need ends, I need dones
I don't want fake, I want great
I don't want steak, I want stakes
You ain't got weed, you got shake
You ain't got love, you got hate
I don't want bets, I want odds
Got a few friends, a lot frauds
And I ain't perfect, got flaws
Better go worship, Allah
(Allah)
My God (My God)
I'm just tryna find a way
On the road they pave
I just need you to explain, my God (My God)
I pray that things will go my way
I know that I will end up payed
But it seems a mile away, my God
My God
Never could win without losses
Never could live without knowledge
I try to give without dollars
I remember, I was kid
Thought that to live you need college
But i was, ever so wrong
All I would need is a pencil and beat
Try to keep it discrete for the first couple weeks
Then I realized that I could make songs, Yeah
Still am not where i desire (Nah)
And i need the fat cash
Some shit still don't make sense
Like flashbacks of when i retire
My soul ain't for sale (Nah)
And I don't even wanna know the first buyer
I know each day is a stepping stone
But I wanna know when it's set in stone
Giving a call I ain't go til he hang it up
In other words, I ain't letting go
Time will tell who's on my side
Word to Cole, I guess time has told
If I had a fight with father time
Who would've known how time would fold
Now I got no hand to hold
Damn it's cold, but i had to pay the price
And I got these veins of ice like, my name D'Angelo
Dammit bro, I keep praying I move
Everyday I just stay in my room
I'd rather die than not make it out
let me know if I should stay in the tomb
I see the way I improve
But it don't matter less' I can relay it to you
Praying that I can break through the cocoon
Am I losing the light in me too? Never
Too, clever
Why would they try with a guy that is beating himself?
Tired of repeating himself
And I know he'd rather die
Just so he dont lose to you
When I pray, my prey fall on me
God just talked me, said i'm oughta be
A big star but i know what that'll mean
Glad I know astronomy (Yeah)
Any star one day burn out (Yes Sir!)
Never will know how it turn out
This time I ain't call up God
I'ma wait til' God come call on me (Wake)
My God (My God)
I'm just tryna find a way
On the road they pave
I just need you to explain my God (My God)
Should I turn the other way?
I been stressing everyday
I been lookin' every way, my God
I pray that things will go my way
I know that I will end up payed
But it seems a mile away, my God
Should I turn the other way?
I been stressing everyday
I been lookin' every way, my God
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Weinhold
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