O.M.G.

Oh my On a roll No dice I be on the road when it's go time I be on the phones for the gold mine I be in the zone when I'm on line I be making songs and they all fire I ain't chasing hoes cause they all mine All my niggas riding til the wheels stop spinning If it's in my will, they'll kill em I be tryna chill, I ain't kidding Bottom line I'm still that nigga Catch me in the field, I'm collecting kills COD you DOA when shit get real PSA I'm one of one, I'm only here To f*ck up what you heard bitch I'm Holyfield Yea, we in this bitch for real I am cold as ever but I never chill I'm really that guy I'm like the full serving, you half-sized Yo girl was a fan and you chastised So she came to the crib and got baptized I'm such a blessing, I know it Don't get it bent though, I'm not for heroics I'm just a rapper you ask for a poet Well pour up and watch all the words start to flourish I'm over the bar, lemme put you on notice I'm so ahead and you know you a novice No filter it's better when I don't I control it The humble shit over, found out it was bogus I'm just coming from the Southside, we Outside We keen to the hoes wit they mouths wide Imma king, imma pro, imma fun guy Bet the green finna grow like it's fungi Oh my God From Southside, to your side, to worldwide We got the whole world like Oh My God Oh My God