Oh My

Yo
Yo
Self-proclaimed nerdy
Fly as a birdie
Running with the best, that's that Kentucky Derby
You heard me, flirty, with a bunch of girls
I'm a player at heart, never catch me out my jersey
Surely, I must be on another level
I rose like I'm Derrick, but my knees will never tremble
I stay locked in like a puppy in a kennel
I deflower with my sword, petal to the metal YAH

Freeze
My flow is 32 degrees
A saint in Katrina, women blow me like the breeze
On they knees, like I'm Jeez
Feeling blessed just like I sneezed
Big cheese getting cheddar and I make it with ease

So many numbers in my hand it's like I'm losing playing UNO
Coming at you like an avalanche I'm spitting loose snow
All my girls out there looking thicker than a Jew fro
I'm a freak with the flow, Antetokounmpo

Hit the jackpot
Cooking like a crackpot
Rap MVP, y'all looking like the mascot
Had a stroke of genius, all that's missing is the blood clot
Heading to the back, old man jump shot

I take the game by storm, you a tropical depression
Always progressing, impressing bitches
Causing their obsessions
Teach a lesson to you motherfuckers, flow is my profession
I'm guessing your best will be suppressed under my discretion

But imma lay low, like I'm fucking with a short hoe
No halo, but it's feeling like a war zone
When I'm spitting writtens twisting words like a tornado
Smacking anyone who doubts me make they face tomatoes

Quarter Irish, that's why my skill keeps doubling
When that extra base hits, know that I'll be doubling
Bank account doubling
Fan base doubling
Even when I'm making singles all my shit be doubling

Bitches call me Arby's because I got the meat
I let em eat, kill the beat, and watch chickens retreat
Cuz y'all just big birds when I come down the street
Better get out my fucking way before I hit you
[Car horn beep] x2

The shit I spit is tricky
And my writtens getting busy
I'm too good you can't fuck with me, so sit back and enjoy
Thinking you're magic like you're Disney
But your skills are looking Minnie
So I'm laughing like I'm Mickey
Ha ha oh boy

Like no Messi in Barcelona
You got these wack trap artists setting the bar so low now
You can call me Shrek, this rap game is Fiona
It's time to bring this shit back to the rightful owner
You can come out your comas
I'm heading north like Dakota
Pick me last and I'll shine, 5'9" from Tacoma
My persona making you witness, call me Jehovah
My flow is so infectious, more than Ebola

That's why I'm sick with it, ill witted, and burning up
Committed to what I'm spitting, you bitches slurp it up
Y'all too concerned about some earnings, that's disturbing
Cuz ain't nobody here want me to be the one returning
I stay learning
Like I'm staring down a chalkboard
Passing classes with class
Rising like my stock soared
Killing the game like I'm a masochist, no ass to kiss
Pacifists beware because here comes my broadsword
Top score and I ain't even level 2
No more ups and downs for me, I'm taking out those W's
No more 'where' cuz I'm 'here'
No more 'who are you?, ho'
Never looking back after I pass you, cuz you're too slow

I see through you fuckers like a CAT scan
Trucker with no gas can, I'm a mad man
If you plan to suck up to me you gon' need a lap band
Cuz you gonna gain weight eating more balls than Pacman

But I'm the one chasing the ghosts
I wanna be the greatest rapper, on top like a king post
I want Lebron status when he going coast to coast
I preform in crunch time, call me cinnamon toast

Me against the best, it'll be a game of thrones
I'll hurt you with my words along with sticks and stones
Challenge me and I'll take you down, like the DOW Jones
You can't take charge, get the fuck out of my zone
I'll break all of your bones if you come at me alone
And when I'm done I'll be an icon, more feared than Capone
F-HAM homegrown, more precious than a gemstone
Killed these lines, I couldn't even get a dial tone

Oh my