3Point - OMG lyrics

[Verse 1] They look at my bars like that's fantastic Tryna predict me and telegraph it Break a bone when you play your role no perfect casting Or acting Full of flows & clothes I'm fashion rapping I'm the target Like I worked at a supermarket I be bagging Reach for the moon but I won't wave my flag in I won't give up Tryna work things out but I won't sit up More like push up the comp out of the way I spit more arts than the statue of David molded by clay Hypothesis Never had a pot to piss Now I got a machine to wash all the dish Call me the cleanser Cause I ate rappers for dinner Lunch and breakfast Ill throw in a snack if you give me another second Have their head snap back Call that matrix Faces Face it Ill keep your mouth straightened But give you full body braces Hand with a pencil not much erasing It's my destiny I have all the traits in Now I got wait and I have all my fate in Forget all the triggery Literally Ill rap Over the click clack Symphony Try to cut me out without the rules of symmetry But they want the hands so ill be like Ali Float like a bu*terfly & my bee Has stung Tryna C Y I'm Young But I'll make a ER come A ambulance heading your way It'll come see you today You try to ruin my play You'll most likely lay In your closet full of skeletons You ain't making noise better yell again Get a HORN and some ETS to phone home I ain't talking no pelicans You'll never live to sell again Or tell again Sign your soul with the devil ill make you see hell again Your rhymes so irrelevant What's a giant to an elephant Better off tryna come again more prepared Ill plan to match them with the ground that's pre paired Bite Adams forbidden fruit you ain't pre pared And that's only my plot that I had prepared I continually hear some say They wrote 80 raps in a few days Well to me that's not talent or effort That's just pushing out a bunch of words to see which fits better And I could nitpick Your songs but ill use yours as a bottom setter And see who's people would most likely remember First day of September when I write this Probably gonna be December when I mic this But if that proves anything it's that I'm trying & my records won't FALL despite the climate I'm just a Lil youngin grindin Just waiting praying for his time and I could really get slaying with this rhyme then There would be no competition climbing If I want that yet i don't know Cause others make me write & other make me flow They slip on a mistake those others make me go And write some thing and let these others rappers know Have them in my palms and I'm a let them go Now what is competition I'm tryna make it so I have every other missing But the fact their own mothers can't refuse to listen To my words swear I'm preaching Or speaking words of wisdom When I'm just spitting And telling the truth & acting different [Hook] Some can't stand I'm just tryna climb Always in my plans just waiting for my time Took the pen and ran tryna make these rhymes Others make grands & I'm just on my grind X2 [Verse 2] Bit right into the lime As sour as it was I write all my lines With tears and blood Pour my heart on a beat Make others take a seat You only as real as the company you keep So I advise you seek Some guidance Ill sneak up on you in private And we can get fighting We can get spitting you can get writing Ill go off the top like I was sky diving Run back my words win the hiesman I'm charged up like I'm on ions start crying I could easily win with g's better start flying And they slept on me cause they were lying Saying my music wasn't In their liking When you listen to me add a hyphen And label me rap savior cause it was dying I rebirth it Rehearse it Make it perfect Verses Lead to hurses Versus Yours d**h it ain't worth it Curses My journey Bring out that gurney Sleep on that Then relax And know I'm bringing real rap Straight back Spinal chord Tell my boy E to hit record Might even ask him to produce Make sure he ain't a fluke But this is just what you have to do When you Or I'm ON MY GRIND