The WizRRd - Oh My lyrics

[Hook] Oh…my…God… You have… no idea… how it feels Yeah, and you have no idea how it feels When you're spitting sh** that's so real That all these b**hes wanna peel Aha, yeah, let's get 'em [Verse 1: Juke] I feel my focus fading, b**hes hating I tried to quit, just spent my post-rap time masturbating Freebasing h**n up my dick cuz I'm sick as sh** These b**hes just don't seem to see how dope I piss I paid my b**h off so she wouldn't tell the cops I never told this b**h that I had no plans to stop She called me crazy, like I'm Barkley, yo this life's a gamble Mistaking Gnarls for Charles, this is my preamble Ayyy, this is the Gold Nation manifesto Making magic from rapping, BOOM onomatopesto! Hey Jay, don't copy 'Ye, making up words I'm trying to make some sh** that you have never heard I'm smoking jays all day because I'm getting paid "Aren't you afraid of the effect it has on your brain?" f** b**hes, Gold Nation straight reppin' realness Don't think that you could ever f**ing try to steal this [Hook] [Verse 2: Juke] I gave my b**h a black eye from up high I swear I'm Hawkeye, punch a b**h like Goli-ath I'm trying to find a path to go that is more pious My problem is I got a habit of starting riots Staring through this b**h you know she is so superficial I love her anyway, she like me cuz I'm so official It takes this b**h hours just to do her make up Slowing me down, I'm just trying to get my cake up Try to count my gold chains you might go insane Do you get the picture, no you don't even get the frame I'm caught in purgatory just trying to find the glory By now I think they already know my story I'm always looking up, trying to find a way out While I'm running for the throne, you b**hes got gout I think I'm addicted to money, hoes, and gold I talk about that sh** a lot or so I have been told [Hook]