"OH MY GOD" lyrics
Matt Corman & Logic Lyrics
[Matt Corman:]
(Oh my god, god, god, god, god, uh)
(Oh my god, god, oh my, oh my, oh my god)
[Logic:]
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 Tenet, I full send it
If I said it, I meant it, my shit is authentic
Got bars like defendants that lost
You iffy iffy, yeah, that fifty-fity like a Super Bowl toss
Yeah, bitch, I'm a boss
Dom Toretto with the NOS, rappin' like Nas
Hold for a round of applause (Uh)
Bitch, I get in it, don't hold me down
Oh, no, no, everybody think they know me now
Everybody album shit, gotta hold the crown
I got more strings than people on the Earth
Don't matter not a word, put 'em all in the dirt
Bobby goin' berserk, I'ma need a twenty-four 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 One
Tell me how you really wanna do it, motherfuckers goin' through it
I'm a student of the game, but the rest is truant
Yeah, the money what I talk, but you ain't fluent
Talk of what you doin', 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, nah, bro
We ain't fuckin' with you, hell no, hell no
Uh, oh my god
[Matt Corman:]
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my, uh, oh my, what, god (Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)
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? Ah
Turn into somethin' 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 livin' 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 fuckin' my wrist up
She say it's a hot girl summer
I'm too late, that's a bummer, yeah
Shoulda been smart when I done her
I got drunk, now I'm dumber, yeah
Fuckin' up my hopes for the hoes
And now I'm travelin' both coasts, I'm feelin' like a GOAT
Matty Corms always do the most
Took a microphone on the boat (Yeah)
I've had enough of discussions from people that ain't achievin' shit
You a nobody
Gettin' advice from somebody who ain't doin' shit
How you talk, you a nobody
I went Gold off of this shit independent
No budget, no label, I'm somebody
In the 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 playin' hockey with the Puck Bunnies
I ain't talkin' Philadelphia, it's always sunny
Had a hundred thousand when I made "RUN FROM ME"
Lil' bitch boy, dollars make sense, boy
Drinkin' Jameson in the back, I'm with 6ix-boy
VIP red rope for the clique, boy
Ain't no GA when it's fuckin' Matty Corms, boy, uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my, uh, oh my, what, god
(Oh my god, god, god, god, god, uh)
(Oh my god, god, oh my, oh my, oh my god)
[Logic:]
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 Tenet, I full send it
If I said it, I meant it, my shit is authentic
Got bars like defendants that lost
You iffy iffy, yeah, that fifty-fity like a Super Bowl toss
Yeah, bitch, I'm a boss
Dom Toretto with the NOS, rappin' like Nas
Hold for a round of applause (Uh)
Bitch, I get in it, don't hold me down
Oh, no, no, everybody think they know me now
Everybody album shit, gotta hold the crown
I got more strings than people on the Earth
Don't matter not a word, put 'em all in the dirt
Bobby goin' berserk, I'ma need a twenty-four 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 One
Tell me how you really wanna do it, motherfuckers goin' through it
I'm a student of the game, but the rest is truant
Yeah, the money what I talk, but you ain't fluent
Talk of what you doin', 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, nah, bro
We ain't fuckin' with you, hell no, hell no
Uh, oh my god
[Matt Corman:]
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my, uh, oh my, what, god (Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)
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? Ah
Turn into somethin' 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 livin' 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 fuckin' my wrist up
She say it's a hot girl summer
I'm too late, that's a bummer, yeah
Shoulda been smart when I done her
I got drunk, now I'm dumber, yeah
Fuckin' up my hopes for the hoes
And now I'm travelin' both coasts, I'm feelin' like a GOAT
Matty Corms always do the most
Took a microphone on the boat (Yeah)
I've had enough of discussions from people that ain't achievin' shit
You a nobody
Gettin' advice from somebody who ain't doin' shit
How you talk, you a nobody
I went Gold off of this shit independent
No budget, no label, I'm somebody
In the 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 playin' hockey with the Puck Bunnies
I ain't talkin' Philadelphia, it's always sunny
Had a hundred thousand when I made "RUN FROM ME"
Lil' bitch boy, dollars make sense, boy
Drinkin' Jameson in the back, I'm with 6ix-boy
VIP red rope for the clique, boy
Ain't no GA when it's fuckin' Matty Corms, boy, uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, huh
Oh my god, oh my, uh, oh my, what, god
