O.M.S. (On My Shit)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Imma keep this real and spit y'all the truest verse
Tryna be the greatest rapper in the state, country, continent and the universe
Yeah, punchline, game strong, blue cage, bullet holes through the shirt
And if you thinkin' bout beefin' with me then don't bother my n***a cause I'm shootin' first
Man I'm goin' crazy I swear to God
Somebody pinched me to make sure that I am alive
Bitches in Clifton say "oh my God"
You've been so proud of your shawty, but she stare alot
Heh
Levitate, levitate
Going straight to the rag fast, break cross then I hesitate, I've got a hunger like I never ate
I make bank while I'm sitting on the bench n***a, cuz I never play
I just spit these raps to pay my fucking taxes
Bring these body-bags in, for these fake ass rappers
Fucking work my ass off, just for this to happen
A couple foreman's in a big-ass mansion
Tell me, rap about what you got, not what you gonna get
That shit isn't funny yet
Cuz I ain't got nothing you n***as ain't got, and I'm still out here, running this fucking shit
They ask me, if I wanna blow up, then why don't I just use some autotune?
If you want the honest truth, that's what you oughta do
But I'd rather spit bars and go harder than all of you
And I'd rather spit bars, and they sharp, and make scars, while I lyrically murder and slaughter dudes
And I'd rather make spitting these verses look easy, while you make it out like it's hard to do
I'd mention a name, but I think that I'd get in trouble
The list of people pissed right now, was as long as the list of Westbrook's triple-doubles
I sit through the rubble and buildings that fell cuz of me
I beef with a dude, he's like a son to me
I'm at the top, these n***as under me
And I eat what's in front of me
So you best get to running, you can't even stomach me
God, It's like I'm running a fever, I keep it a hundred-three
God, diabetic, my words are too fucking sweet
God, and I swear that these n***as is bitches, the way they been sucking me, so don't fuck with me
God, it's weird, cuz they ask how I am, and I'm like:
[Chorus]
I'm on my shit again
I'm on my shit again
I keep it movin', keeping to it, on my shit again
Until my wrists are glistenin', I'm on my shit again
I hope you're listening, cuz best believe, I'm on my shit again yeah
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town, ten toes down
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town
When I'm in my town
[Verse2]
Rome wasn't built in a day my n***a
I ain't gonna sit around and wait my n***a
When it rains it pours but I ain't gonna wait the storm out
Imma dance in the rain my n***a
Quit playin' my n***a
I already beat the game
Your bar is weak, it's like every time you speak is lame
Heartbeat's loud, as my body speaks my name, I can bring LeBron down
Lemme calm down
Like God speaks through me
He told me, can't never see me losing
You keep oozing talent, you can't lose your balance, you like a pendulum, you keep it moving
And all the hate you make, it motivates my drive, and God say's you fakes "jump in a lake and die"
Bum shift goin' wild with the drum kicks, if he sayin' that I should kill it, I gotta trust him
Hearing it's ridiculous, the shit this kid can spit
He's liftin' up the game, begins again
You're linin' up for your slaughtering
Got eat all you n***as, my mouth watering
Ask why I work so hard, it's for the ring
Go hard every summer, winter, fall and spring
Yeah I'm killing the game, I'm doing thirty to life
I'm on a thirty for thirty, cuz I'm like hip-hops mic
I was born a baller
Nothing but nice since birth n***a
Insane cuz I'm great at my worst n***a
Looking at your playlist, I better be first n***a
Always wanna be the first n***a in line
Always wanna be the n***a, that labels wanna sign
Always wanna be known, as the greatest ever alive
And like I said bum shift, on the beat, got no excuse
Word is Stephen Xavier, that's my best dude
Guess cuz I'm a corny n***a, imma rap clues (huh)
Yeah think it's time to let loose (huh)
Ain't shit that I can't get through, it's crazy that you think you're actually a threat due
I go through you, like the knife through the butter man, James Cameron, Alien's above it man
You know me, The one who spit it like no other can, go ahead and look around, you never find another Sam (EUGH)
I'm on my Kanye shit (EUGH)
Bullets in the hallway, shit (EUGH)
Headed to the mall right quick, better call my bitch, buyin' all that shit
Or maybe I am getting ahead of myself
But you gotta think ahead if you chasin' the belt
And people telling me I'm different, I got records to sell, so keep your thoughts to yourself, headed straight to the wealth
[Chorus]
I'm on my shit again
I'm on my shit again
I keep it movin', keeping to it, on my shit again
Until my wrists are glistenin', I'm on my shit again
I hope you're listening, cuz best believe, I'm on my shit again yeah
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town, ten toes down
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town
When I'm in my t-
[adlibs]
I'm on my shit again
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
Wr-wrists are glistenin', I'm on my shit again
I'm on my shit again (yeah)
When I'm in my town, ay When I'm in my town
I'm on my shit again
Yeah, Imma keep this real and spit y'all the truest verse
Tryna be the greatest rapper in the state, country, continent and the universe
Yeah, punchline, game strong, blue cage, bullet holes through the shirt
And if you thinkin' bout beefin' with me then don't bother my n***a cause I'm shootin' first
Man I'm goin' crazy I swear to God
Somebody pinched me to make sure that I am alive
Bitches in Clifton say "oh my God"
You've been so proud of your shawty, but she stare alot
Heh
Levitate, levitate
Going straight to the rag fast, break cross then I hesitate, I've got a hunger like I never ate
I make bank while I'm sitting on the bench n***a, cuz I never play
I just spit these raps to pay my fucking taxes
Bring these body-bags in, for these fake ass rappers
Fucking work my ass off, just for this to happen
A couple foreman's in a big-ass mansion
Tell me, rap about what you got, not what you gonna get
That shit isn't funny yet
Cuz I ain't got nothing you n***as ain't got, and I'm still out here, running this fucking shit
They ask me, if I wanna blow up, then why don't I just use some autotune?
If you want the honest truth, that's what you oughta do
But I'd rather spit bars and go harder than all of you
And I'd rather spit bars, and they sharp, and make scars, while I lyrically murder and slaughter dudes
And I'd rather make spitting these verses look easy, while you make it out like it's hard to do
I'd mention a name, but I think that I'd get in trouble
The list of people pissed right now, was as long as the list of Westbrook's triple-doubles
I sit through the rubble and buildings that fell cuz of me
I beef with a dude, he's like a son to me
I'm at the top, these n***as under me
And I eat what's in front of me
So you best get to running, you can't even stomach me
God, It's like I'm running a fever, I keep it a hundred-three
God, diabetic, my words are too fucking sweet
God, and I swear that these n***as is bitches, the way they been sucking me, so don't fuck with me
God, it's weird, cuz they ask how I am, and I'm like:
[Chorus]
I'm on my shit again
I'm on my shit again
I keep it movin', keeping to it, on my shit again
Until my wrists are glistenin', I'm on my shit again
I hope you're listening, cuz best believe, I'm on my shit again yeah
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town, ten toes down
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town
When I'm in my town
[Verse2]
Rome wasn't built in a day my n***a
I ain't gonna sit around and wait my n***a
When it rains it pours but I ain't gonna wait the storm out
Imma dance in the rain my n***a
Quit playin' my n***a
I already beat the game
Your bar is weak, it's like every time you speak is lame
Heartbeat's loud, as my body speaks my name, I can bring LeBron down
Lemme calm down
Like God speaks through me
He told me, can't never see me losing
You keep oozing talent, you can't lose your balance, you like a pendulum, you keep it moving
And all the hate you make, it motivates my drive, and God say's you fakes "jump in a lake and die"
Bum shift goin' wild with the drum kicks, if he sayin' that I should kill it, I gotta trust him
Hearing it's ridiculous, the shit this kid can spit
He's liftin' up the game, begins again
You're linin' up for your slaughtering
Got eat all you n***as, my mouth watering
Ask why I work so hard, it's for the ring
Go hard every summer, winter, fall and spring
Yeah I'm killing the game, I'm doing thirty to life
I'm on a thirty for thirty, cuz I'm like hip-hops mic
I was born a baller
Nothing but nice since birth n***a
Insane cuz I'm great at my worst n***a
Looking at your playlist, I better be first n***a
Always wanna be the first n***a in line
Always wanna be the n***a, that labels wanna sign
Always wanna be known, as the greatest ever alive
And like I said bum shift, on the beat, got no excuse
Word is Stephen Xavier, that's my best dude
Guess cuz I'm a corny n***a, imma rap clues (huh)
Yeah think it's time to let loose (huh)
Ain't shit that I can't get through, it's crazy that you think you're actually a threat due
I go through you, like the knife through the butter man, James Cameron, Alien's above it man
You know me, The one who spit it like no other can, go ahead and look around, you never find another Sam (EUGH)
I'm on my Kanye shit (EUGH)
Bullets in the hallway, shit (EUGH)
Headed to the mall right quick, better call my bitch, buyin' all that shit
Or maybe I am getting ahead of myself
But you gotta think ahead if you chasin' the belt
And people telling me I'm different, I got records to sell, so keep your thoughts to yourself, headed straight to the wealth
[Chorus]
I'm on my shit again
I'm on my shit again
I keep it movin', keeping to it, on my shit again
Until my wrists are glistenin', I'm on my shit again
I hope you're listening, cuz best believe, I'm on my shit again yeah
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town, ten toes down
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
When I'm in my town
When I'm in my t-
[adlibs]
I'm on my shit again
They had me on the ground, I stay up now
Wr-wrists are glistenin', I'm on my shit again
I'm on my shit again (yeah)
When I'm in my town, ay When I'm in my town
I'm on my shit again