OH MY GOD (feat. Matt Corman)

Oh my God (uh)

Give me a minute, bitch, give me a minute
I'm feeling infinite
Break out the rhyme book then I pen it
My windows is tinted
Yeah, rap is my house and boy you just a tenant
Move backwards like tenant
I full sent it
If I said it I meant it
My shit is authentic
Got bars like defendants that lost
You iffy iffy at that 50-50 like a Super Bowl toss
Yeah, bitch, I'm a boss
Dom Toretto with the Nars
Rappin' like NAS
Hope for a round of applause
Bitch I get in it don't hold me down
Oh, no, no, everybody think they know me now
Everybody all 'bout shit, gotta hold the crown
I got more strings than people on the earth
Don't matter not a word, put them all in the dirt
Bobby going berserk, I'ma need a 24-karat gold hearse
Just bought my lady a purse, that shit cost more than your Hyundai is worth
Don't step on my turf, go to work, came a long way from the dorm room with the turps
Make some, take some, nigga take one, fuck a fake one
Stay with the kicks like Jake won
Tell me how you really wanna do it, motherfuckers going through it
I'm a student of the game but the rest is truant
Yeah, the money when I talk but you ain't fluent
Talk of what you doing, homie, you ain't do it
Break it down for a bad bitch, nigga, I'm wealthy
You just a tad rich, pockets on healthy (skrrt)
Every day I get it, yes, I know
All that shit you talkin' hella slow
We ain't fuckin' with you, nah, no, bro
We ain't fuckin' with you, hell no
Hell no, uh
Oh my God

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Two-steppin', two-steppin'
Ayy, tell me, did you get the lesson?
Ayy, every week I's in detention, uh
Who the man round here?
Uh, turn into something from sleepin' on couches
That's how the game go, that's the whole thing
I thought I told you before that I's gon' make it happen (ooh, ooh)
Fuckin' in the living room, sneakin' in the window in the back
Unlocked by the gutter on the left side
Made a couple records independent
Then I got up on the move to Miami
Now I'm here in the south side
You know the rest of the story
The glory now I'm making records with 6ix
I threw the Rolex inside of the bag I don't wear it, it's fucking my wrist up
She say it's a hot girl summer I'm too late, that's a bummer, yeah should've been smart when I done her
I got drunk, now I'm dumber
Yeah, fuckin' up my hoes for the hoes
And now I'm traveling both coasts
I'm feeling like a goat
Maddie Quarms always do the most
Took a microphone on the boat (yeah)
I've had enough of discussions from people that ain't cheavin' shit, you and nobody
Gettin' advice from somebody who ain't doin' shit, how you talk, you a nobody
I wouldn't go off with this shit independent, no budget, no label, I'm somebody
In a casino with chips at high limit, I'm losin' it all, this is fun money
This is fun money, you a dumb buddy
I remember been playing hockey with the pup bunnies
I ain't talkin' Philadelphia, it's always sunny
Had a hundred thousand when I made run from me
Well bitch boy, dollars make sense, boy
Drunk a Jameson in the back, I'm a six-boy
VIP red rope for the clique, boy
Ain't no g, ayy, when I'm fuckin' made of coins, boy (uh)

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Oh my, boy, God