You couldn’t f#ck with me if that sh#t was your life’s mission
I talk spicy, they don’t like me, they a white kitchen
Don’t compare me to these b#tches, 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 burnin’ in my belly so I let it vent
Tellin’ 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 droppin’ bombs, then I’m Harry Truman
But mind those are truthin’
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, somethin’ 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
Muhf#cka, where you pay the toll?
Dudes look the part, thinkin’ 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, b#tch, I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real muhf#cka brochure
See what you could be
(Hah, they don’t wanna)
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
You could pick the park, b#tch, I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real muhf#cka brochure
See what you could be
f#ck outta here
(You’re a no-talent, mediocre piece of sh#t
And I’ve earned my right to say it
Who the f#ck are you?
Who the f#ck are you?)
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Marlon Craft Lyrics – Oh Lord