Oh My Gawd

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah uh yeah B-Sharp yeah

God has given me this gift to make music
And God, has given you so many gifts unique to who you are
Oh my God, you're so good
Yeah, let's get it

This beat too dope
I just couldn't resist
I just had to go in
So I hit 'em with this
Bars be had and bars be given
Bars be written and spittin' no limits
All I need is a pen and a pad and a mic and a track and lemme have it at that
Rappin' attack, killin' the floor with a rat a tat tat
Yeah I get it, I'm white and not black
I'm riding a board, no cadillac black
These lyrics are bullets you better duck quack
Did you get that
Let me say it again, rewind on the track
These lyrics are bullets you better duck quack
If you don't get down with that, get blast to the back
Who would've thought that murder could happen like that, blat
Alright, let me talk business for a minute
These rappers are trippin' over a mil' to begin with
The fact is you got the talent, but you're not even rapping
Use autotune, make a mil'
Copy a rapper, make a stack
Steal his lyrics, make a rack
Ghost writers need more credit than that
Whoo, throw a beat at your boy
Eat the beat up and treat it like choy
Cook it up throw some sauce on it
I'm on that jerky Oberto, "Oh Boy!"
Let me give you the line that's missing
One nation under God, that's the mission

We be like Oh My
We be like, they be like Oh My
They be like oh oh oh oh oh Oh My
They be like, Everybody be like
Oh My Gawd Oh My Gawd
Oh My Gawd Oh My Gawd
Oh My Gawd

Ah, whoo
Everybody know that I go all in it
No limits when you live for the infinite
There's a limit to the money you make quit trippin'
'Cuz it's never gonna last, but you just don't get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
Ha, you just don't get it
I'm going off in this, in this partnership between God and all his kids
All these dudes actin' like ballin' Solomon with a thousand broads and all his kids
Sorry dog, you're wrong in this, think about all the hearts that are fallin' off in the pits
This better make you think twice again
Whoops, just killed 'em again
Lyrics penetrating the skin
Would you get killed for your kin
That's what He did, so you could begin
Now, that's the truth now let me tell you that the facts ain't changing
Kind of like the fact that the rappers are telling you to sell yourself for some change
But I ain't taking shots, just think about what you're listening to
But if I'm taking shots, you know I'm sinking 'em dude
Because I'm on the winning team, buckets, swish
Check the scoreboard