Oh My Gawd (feat. FreshMan)

Out of my mind
Out of my element
Case closed for you haters can't reach a settlement
The land is where I'm from forever I am a resident
Inches away to be the ruler check the measurements
At times I fall turn over a new leaf
I know a bad one for me something like Grace Greenleaf
Overflow of blessings these devils in disbelief
Yeah they coming for me bad decision to compete
Cause I'm a beast
Freshest of the freshest nothing like the norm
Upstage whoever's on stage I'm known to outperform
Staying in my business got to where my uniform
Yeah I shoot my shot with the flick of the wrist
I never change my form
Got the strength in the numbers
Warriors baby it's flex time
Mike Jack Smoot Criminal I get away with the crime
Dominating in two sports I'm always living in my prime
Prayers up and blessings down all the time

Oh My Gawd
Oh My Gawd
Oh My

Gawd if it can go wrong Then it will go wrong
Call it Murphy's Law I'm ready to break the law and
Fully prepared for war I'm taking no days off
You betting against the odds The realest against y'all
No way you making it home Sorry not sorry because
I ain't Sorry for your loss Waiting for me to stop
Like waiting for detox Or waiting for response
From papa doc The free world mine

Phyll Myke Tom 3 and 1 to make a man
Phillip sauce hot Like his last name champion
Triple enten(dre) 3 and 1 in the land
Never count us out Odds are we gonna win

Me and the team ball and Need rings
I answer the call when the phone ring
Think twice fore you step in the ring and
To all y'all sleeping on me

Yo you better wake up Uh

Stay woke like you really know history
Respect I'ma take that like a diddy speech
Everybody know what it is by my energy

I ain't even got to say much uh

This a walk in the park it's the kid in me
No monkey bars I'm bananas are you kidding me
Can't let it slide if anybody begin to swing

I'ma let em meet the maker uh

Your favorite rapper now a ghost & I'm always on the go
Got my mark set go & I'm marking off all my goals
And Chasing the pesos Rather high or low

I'ma go get a lot the paper uh

I want the cake on my plate Everyday don't make a mistake
The rest of the way I'm with a Ya bae She say I'm 10 In the face
I said well baby girl your an 8 (Urinate)
She was pissed
We had angry sex In the end she said Oh My

Ya Can't have her back Ya better not waste yo time
Back to the rap I'll make it without a co-sign
Playback my tracks You're now being hypnotized
Sit back relax and Let me control yo mind
Book bag is pack In a class of my own now
I Stash the cash Turn a half to a whole lot
Attack snakes in grass Fast how I mow lawns
In fact No match For matches I'm so fye

Lit right took it left left
Follow my direction Is ya best bet
Give me 3 seconds With pin like wrestling
To show I'm reckless On every record
For the record I'm addicted
To myself and I think that
I'm bout to OD
Since a baby boy Hip hop had me
Philling like more like Tyrese
What more do you want from me

Fresh to def nothing less here to impress
Best thing yet man I'm so

Fly as a jet
100 Percent
Evolution
Weirdo music
Therapeutic
On cloud 9

This my jam stunt for the gram do it for the fam man
So Why stop

And God's plan made Satan understand Got a atheist saying
Oh my gawd

Oh my gawd
Oh my gawd



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Michael Thomas
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