"Oh My God!" lyrics
"Oh My God!"
Oh, they be like "Oh, my god, oh, my god", they be like, "Yo"
They be like "Ooh la la, rap like he a god, he the G.O.A.T"
I be like "No, no, no, I been through a lot that y'all don't know"
Maybe I should stop, quit while I'm on top, woah, woah, woah
This the moment you waited for
Board up your windows and pray to Lord
Merk and Vin Jay should have stayed the course
But they met up with the crazy boy
Wildin' out since '96, I don't care, I don't keep score
Lost friends, so, I got less, lost money, but I made more
Gods plan, Gods plan, wow, Luke Gawne, he the man now
I was sleepin' on the couch, Futons in a trapped house
Coupons gettin' handouts, darker days how they cast doubts
Rain is fallin' from the black clouds, but y'all should know:
"I don't back down, I see red like a rack of horns"
Attack and gore, y'all messin' with a Capricorn
The matador's comin' to go stab the sword, deep
A saboteur, he's been a man at war
Yeah, ain't nobody hotter when I get up on the beat
I recommend you get to runnin' 'cause they fed up with the heat
I been a killer cause I give it to the middlemen, at will I been a militant
A million ain't really what I seek, I want a trillion until I made a Billie wit' a "B"
I'm finna stick it to the idiots who said I wouldn't make it out my city
But I got up and I put in for the team, we gettin' litty, I admit it
That I cannot be defeated, I'm insidious, I murder everybody and eliminate
Go rid away the bitter haters talkin' on the internet
Now I'm blowing up, so gigantic, like a submarine by the Titanic
Oh, they be like "Oh, my god, oh, my god", they be like, "Yo"
They be like "Ooh la la, rap like he a god, he the G.O.A.T"
I be like "No, no, no, I been through a lot that y'all don't know"
Maybe I should stop, quit while I'm on top, woah, woah, woah
I just keep on getting better, still, it's pedal to the metal
'Til they put me on a pedestal, admit I been ahead of 'em
And I ain't talkin' alphabetical
I bet they'll never know the effort that it took to be incredible
I cook a beat and eat it like it's edible
You're lookin' for a whoopin' if you come in like a rookie against a veteran
It's gonna be regrettable, you're gonna need some medical attention
For your head and throat when messin' with a general
'Till the bitter end, I'm bitter as a little kid
Been rapping off a little bit of Ritalin, I really wanna kill 'em all
Get rid of 'em, I'm never gonna ever leave this shit again
Admit it that I'm witty with the pen
I got the skill to make a milli any minute
Never illegitimate, I really been the illest
Everybody on the internet can feel it when I get the ball rolling
With the momentum, won't ever slow, no never
Think I'm 'bout to kill 'em with the venom in the pen
You better get to runnin' like you were a sprinter
But I hit 'em in the ligament and ankle, bullet ricocheting
Thinkin' I may intimidate a witness, never give into the pressure
When they interview 'em, bet they won't admit, I'm finna run up
Shoot a bullet from the hip, pull up on the strip
Hit 'em with the lead, and put a body in the ditch
Luke Gawne just murdered this
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