Oh No

[Verse 1]

You wouldn't be on par with me even if I rap backwards
Wack rappers better take a seat
Whoever got the crown better hold on tight
Because the throne about to have another vacancy
Just wait and see if you don't believe
Hating me will only lead to your end
You know I'm a motherfucking beast with the pen
Go ahead and jump in the deep end
And get ready to swim with the sharks, and the piranhas
Black and white Lyke watch call that Obama
Leaving the night spot with your kids momma
All becausе she wanted me to put dick on hеr, yeah
Murderous in the P, and I'm a verbal assault on beats
From D.C. where the mean streets treated me greasy
Never easy to say the least
Ghost, waddup, Strike, waddup
If that ain't your name then shut the fuck up
You don't really wanna put yourself in a position to end up missing
So please don’t run up
The L-o-r-d, will sell like Cardi B believe me that’s apart of the plan
All I need is a helping hand a man or woman to manage the man
And I’ma damage everything and everybody rapping
Make them feel like man I don’t know what happened
Use to be on top and now your album flopped
Because you're not real and you was acting
Cappin’, like they say down south everything out of your mouth is nothing but lies
And me I’m the truth in the booth I leave the microphone covered in flies, yeah

[Chorus]

(Oh no) that’s what they say when they see me coming they like
(Oh no) when they see me coming they be running screaming (2x)
Oh no, no-no-no-no

[Verse 2]

Never give a fuck about a nigga who claiming to be a hitter
When he's fake and he will never pull a trigger
You be geekin' to be similar to other men
While I be striving and thriving to be original until the end
And you never be the ending to my story and a reason that I worry about living you'll be dying I ain't lying
I'm a realist on my daughter you gon' feel it
Like ophthalmologists put a burning needle in your eye
I, plan to be a goat and that’s the realist thing I ever spoke
And not a joke I’m never choking when I’m on the microphone
And you be phony faking turkey bacon and baloney homie
You don’t know me yet so I be keeping all my logos on me
Pay attention and you gonna see, one of the future kings of D.C
The sYth Lord of hip-hop slaying all the younglings
That boy cold as winter time in Antartica
Niggas don’t be asking me to flow because they can’t follow-up
And I’m in front of the race giving a woman a taste
Pull out and aim for her face she gon’ swallow up
Put the dollars up, I bet I win that
Because I’m the better nigga doing it I mean that
If you’re wanting me to flow then where the green at
Come between that it’ll be a murder scene, yeah
Everything that I do is for my city mane
D.C. where them niggas really gritty mane
Never forgetting my roots like I’m Kizzy mane
This track proves that the boy gets busy mane
Not Gucci Mane but I got ‘em like yeah
And they’re glad I’m here
And I ain’t going nowhere
Because it’s my year
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