Oh Lord

[Verse] You couldn’t fuck with me if that shit was your life’s mission I talk spicy, they don’t like me, they a white kitchen Don’t compare me to these bitches, we are quite different All they see is green, they got night vision I see the value that the money’s s'posed to represent This fire burnin' in my belly, so I let it vent Tellin' me I’m heaven-sent, I left that on read Just let the song cry, don’t do what the song says Rap game Larry David, they lookin' very Newman They Seinfeld and quit music, what is Jerry doin'? If y’all droppin' bombs, then I’m Harry Truman But mind those are truthin', before you get all Sensitive about that line and act like you care 'bout humans Re-listen to your imperialist raps and cut the cap, you foolish Huh, oh my Somethin' classic on they necks, don’t get bowtied My suggestion box is played and old It’s full of thoughts from folks with vacant souls Try and G-check me, ma'fucker, when you pay the toll? Dudes look the part, thinkin’ they could play the role That could get yo' head cracked So I just be myself and let the rest act And I’m from New York, so I live my truth, and they say it’s dead facts Huh, God bless the rest, the best’s back [Chorus] Yeah Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord You can pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt Peek inside the real, ma'fuck a brochure See what you could be, huh, they don’t want it Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord You can pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt Peek inside the real, ma'fuck a brochure See what you could be, fuck outta here [Outro] You're a self-consumed, no talent Mediocre piece of shit And I've earned my right to say it Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you?!