Who?
They say oden corny, he ain't really rapping
Rhymes are shitty, he ain't really snapping
Rhymes are shitty like an ass napkin
Ain't rapping bout ass clapping
But I'm, but I'm, but I'm, but I'm fine with that
Took a shot to the head, now my armor's back
Like I'm Iron Man, Ya got a lighter man
Cause I'm about to light up and I'm firing, I'm like
(They say oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
Ah, ah, All these haters, they my motivaters
I ain't scared to say it
Got no altermadems
Imma leave them hanging if they talking crazy
Cause I ain't playing bout my art partner
Every single day I go harder
Every single day I grow taller
Every single day I wish to be a baller, but I'm smart, but no scholar
(Ya know)
This for the people who found themselves
This for the people that count themselves
This for the people who's prides high
This for the people who live life
Be real I'm done pretending
Hate yourself, you done reflecting
Hate yourself, but don't hate me
I can understand it lately
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
Coming straight from the underground
Got a thing in my head, that's a compound
Got a thing in my head, that's a compound
Got the formula, got the order up
Ain't no formula, got the order up
I'm in Florida, sipping (Yeah)
I could make a dollar from my mind
No hurry, I'm taking time
Feel my lines the way that I rhyme
Getting noticed, hope that that's a sign
Oden, god, water turn to wine
Need the dimes, put me in a bind
How you gonna ask me lead the blind
When me myself ain't got no sight
Rhymes are shitty, he ain't really snapping
Rhymes are shitty like an ass napkin
Ain't rapping bout ass clapping
But I'm, but I'm, but I'm, but I'm fine with that
Took a shot to the head, now my armor's back
Like I'm Iron Man, Ya got a lighter man
Cause I'm about to light up and I'm firing, I'm like
(They say oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
Ah, ah, All these haters, they my motivaters
I ain't scared to say it
Got no altermadems
Imma leave them hanging if they talking crazy
Cause I ain't playing bout my art partner
Every single day I go harder
Every single day I grow taller
Every single day I wish to be a baller, but I'm smart, but no scholar
(Ya know)
This for the people who found themselves
This for the people that count themselves
This for the people who's prides high
This for the people who live life
Be real I'm done pretending
Hate yourself, you done reflecting
Hate yourself, but don't hate me
I can understand it lately
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
(Oden shitty he ain't really rapping)
Who the fuck this is, I'm like why don't anybody just mind they bis, I'm like
Coming straight from the underground
Got a thing in my head, that's a compound
Got a thing in my head, that's a compound
Got the formula, got the order up
Ain't no formula, got the order up
I'm in Florida, sipping (Yeah)
I could make a dollar from my mind
No hurry, I'm taking time
Feel my lines the way that I rhyme
Getting noticed, hope that that's a sign
Oden, god, water turn to wine
Need the dimes, put me in a bind
How you gonna ask me lead the blind
When me myself ain't got no sight
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Writer(s): Landon Whitaker
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