ODT Lyrics

I feel ODT

Man, my mind gonna freeze

You ain't the gang, you ain't the set, no you can't chill with me

I got the Glock on my hip

Paranoia always make me a bitch

Mind cannot rest unless I got a stick

Keep me that weapon I keep me the Glick

I got a chopper it clearing this room

Fate catching up on me, meeting my doom

And when I go die can you make me a tomb

And when I am dying you say that you love me

Love when I die, when alive, you above me

You not my brother, or mother, or honey

See what you wanted, all my money

I am the best because nobody like me

Both literal, figural, psyche

They stealing my flows, bite me

But they cannot do it like me

They cannot replicate shit

I am the God of this bitch

AKENO, NXTTY, they make me a beat

I'ma go pop on this shit and I might go and body a bitch, gang

Your heart feeling light and your chest feeling strong

Puff out yo chest and scream all of y'all wrong

Keep your mentality where it belong

If weakness is shown, they smoke like a bong

In my mind I feel like I'm bound

Shackling chains hit the wall, all around

My body can't break I'ma bark like a hound

Cause I am the BLAKK.SHEEP, I am the Crowned

I feel ODT

Man, my mind gonna freeze

You ain't the gang, you ain't the set, no you can't chill with me

I got the Glock on my hip

Paranoia always make me a bitch

Mind cannot rest unless I got a stick

Keep me that weapon I keep me the Glick

I got a chopper it clearing this room

Fate catching up on me, meeting my doom

And when I go die can you make me a tomb?

And when I am dying you say that you love me

Love when I die, when alive, you above me

You not my brother, or mother, or honey

See what you wanted, all my money

I do all this shit cause I'm bored

These bitches play me cause they bored

Even my family, they all be mad at me, I don't even know what for

How many songs you got? Like four

Bro you so trash, get on the floor

That's where you belong, because you a whore

You sucking mad dick, you wanting a tour

I'm sick of this shit I can't have it

Like a virus I'm finna spread mad quick

They wanna know me for my baggage

I ain't finna fuck with no bad bitch

I'm out for the money, and I'm here to stay

And I got a Glock, I'ma make you all pay

The feature ain't free, boy I'm working all day

So hit up my line, I'm not talking bout gays