OH MY GOD

VERSE 1:
Hold on, now listen I don’t want no problems
But I had to take my Chances, like Calvin’s know I’m on em
And by them I mean your ass, add the numbers do the math
I’m the future not the past and like the parcel know I pass

And no I’m never coming last, just know my shit will last
That’s forever-ever-ever, your shit’s like Michael’s theme park thats the
Never-never-never, blame the sunshine, blame the moonlight
Blame the weather-weather-weather, best of luck on your endeavours

Whether you’re popping or not, my time keep tocking til God
Plays out the music and just plays me off stage
See they react to your page, but not when you up on stage
Your shit is high school it’s lame, you and your team it’s the same

Ring the bell, end the match, it’s a goal, it’s a catch
You keep wearing Off-White until your shit is off site
I’m too in front like offsides, I’m the man you’re all sides, I just seen your latest shit, you got me sore on my sides goddamn

PRE-CHORUS:
Tell the whole world your name yeah
Tell em that you run the whole game yeah
Tell em that they are not the same
Look and look around you got the whole lane

Woah, woah, what’s that?
They see you in the light and now they tryna talk back
What they’re saying to your face is not the same behind your back
This shit is too cold, you just gotta look back like

CHORUS:
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
They’re lurking on you tryna take your fire
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
But they don’t wanna see you go far

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
They’re calling you a goddamn star
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
But they don’t wanna see you go far

VERSE 2:
Fuck it, I’m on one
My shit too legit, you on the old one
You can’t touch the flow, you shoulda known bruh
Philly Fresh to death I had to go dumb aye

Hold up wait a minute you can’t tell me where I’m at
I don’t need no stylist see it’s FILA this and that
The steeze 0 degrees you could never reach that
Freshy’s self made, I could never teach that

Run it back down the line
You say I got a buzz but my shit is all time
I’m tryna be your top 5’s top 1
Need a hit I got one, I hit that like a shotgun

It’s the red hat boy with the coconut skin
I got nothing to lose that’s why I never cave in
It’s no ilifia that’s why I’m in my own lane
You could try and go trace, but we could never be the same

PRE-CHORUS:
Tell the whole world your name yeah
Tell em that you run the whole game yeah
Tell em that they are not the same
Look and look around you got the whole lane

Woah, woah what’s that?
They see you in the light and now they wanna talk back
What they’re saying to your face is not the same behind your back
This shit is too cold, you just gotta look back like

CHORUS:
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
They’re lurking on you tryna take your fire
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
But they don’t wanna see you go far

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
They’re calling you a goddamn star
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
But they don’t wanna see you go far