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Oh My God

young thug/artist/lil keed

Oh My God

2019

God, Wraith)
She hit my phone everyday (Everyday)
Ooh, she wanna fly to the A (oh my God, let's go)
Ooh, pints of the red by the case (Red)
Ooh, I

fighter
Then my mommy sent me to the shop with some kroon and a list of 3 items
1 2 3 4 50 sente in my hand
60 sekondes
7 rondtes
8gte mekaar
9n wonder die

barely made fifty
In a JDM, still gone wip it like a big Bentley
These niggas all the same, they ain't no friends to me
It's safe to say I'm that nigga,

the jam
My vision board inside my head this week is filled with lambs
I drive past one out by this shop front couple suburbs down
The colour of it limey

limited only by my limited minutes
But I don't fit in, my mind's a-tick-a-tickin' to a different rhythm
I'm a different type of demon
D-d-d-d-d-differing
I

ain't got no kryptonite I love vibranium
Seeings visions, seeings colours they all red and blue
You tryna step on the gas but your engine blew
All my

and burn that whip
I don't wanna get caught by CID's
Step in a function, all black suit
Got the crowd all thinkin' I'm MIB
(Men In Black)
I got more than

to cut the arm off
Is this true
Dated for three years all then we were cool
Then I propose they act like they never knew
When men date black nobody bats

The kitty get killed, I got skills

She look cute in her bikini
On the island look like Riri
By the ocean rolling seaweed
Eyes red like my glasses 3D
Made

with the backstroke
As a youngin I loved that
Need for speed I grew on three
Three, two, one, cause it was like a zoo at least towards me
By nine I was

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from

the eighties (back in the eighties)
We got the gas you can't get at the station (no)
A J hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy (no, a J hit the dope)
We got

of their misdeeds 

now you don't call at 3am 
when you're chilling with your friends 
said I'm in a dark place until the sun it shines again 
I'll be

me long to smoke a whole 3.5
Took a Look to my left, look to my right
That’s my bro, that’s my bro
Both are by my side

If I see the PO
I can’t stop I

It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with

Drive (For Daddy Gene)

Alan Jackson

Drive

2002

Was painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with

It's late
Maybe three in the am
Man, I was so emerged in my work
I lost track of time
It wouldn't be the first time
Getting in late like this
My

on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
 
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but

pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose
I'm like nothin' to you
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
jump in the Isuzu and cruise
blank tints,

Black Chick, White Guy

Kid Rock

Devil Without a Cause

1998

a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But

So don’t you tell me to be cool when my people still traumatized
Oversees, we’re underseen by blue and white can even ask the colour blind
And maybe

nothing
Three thousand lifetimes of light from side to side
Spiralling in eternal dark for all time
Fucked and discarded

"To make or unmake the world"

not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page

Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history