OH MY DAYS

Feeling divine, Third Eye my oculus Rappers bitching like a Bee, they think they Optimus I ain't got no competition, I state obvious Quotations This shit is my hobby It's honestly like I'm out of a spaceship You are not what you claim, bitch You've never talked to yourself So we don't speak the same language I hate when I'm in the Matrix Everything's clear when I'm faded Smoke when I get too anxious Bitch I'm the paint to canvas I feel like Grinch mixed with Krampus Bitch I hoop like I'm Kansas Always fucking cause damage To the people around me Shouts to people that doubt me Do What Thou Wilt, shouts to Crowley Stand on my word and that's proudly I'll make it with or without me Bitch I swerve in your mothafucking lane What you think Jordan 4's on my feet, G.P.A. G.T.A., when I pull up to your city smoking dank Sipping drank Every time I hop on beats, it get real stank Oh my days I been cranking out that gas like Johnny Crane Johnny Cage I been kicking it with homies, out the way That's the gang Word to everybody I talked to bout pain Y'all my Saints I've been counting up this chicken, going Cray Oh my days