Oh Lord

(albüm: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1 - 2021)

You couldn't fuck with me if that shit was your life's mission
I talk spicy, they don't like me, they a white kitchen
Don't compare me to these bitches, we are quite different
All they see is green, they got night vision
I see the value that the money's supposed to represent
This fire burning in my belly so I let it vent
Telling me I'm heaven-sent, I left that on read
Just let the song cry, don't do what the song says
Rap game Larry David, they lookin very Neuman
They Seinfeld and quit music, what is Jerry doin?
If y'all dropping bombs, then I'm Harry Truman
But mind those are truthing
Before you get all sensitive about that line and act like you care 'bout humans
Re-listen to your imperialist raps and cut the cap, you foolish
Oh my, something classic on they necks, don't get bowtied
My suggestion box is played and old
It's full of thoughts from folks with vacant souls tryna G-check me
Muhfucka, where you pay the toll?
Dudes look the part, thinking they could play the role
That could get yo head cracked
So I just be myself and let the rest act
And I'm from New York, so I live my truth and they say it's dead facts
God bless the rest, the best's back

Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
You could pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real muhfucka brochure
See what you could be
(Hah, they don't wanna)
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
You could pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real muhfucka brochure
See what you could be
Fuck outta here

(You're a no-talent, mediocre piece of shit
And I've earned my right to say it
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?)