Oh Shit! Lyrics

Yeah

I'm like oh shit, oh shit

Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit

Like woah, shit

Look at him, he's got so much devotion

Like oh shit

Creativity as big as the ocean

Like woah, shit

When you hear the new flow you like oh shit

Like no shit

I didn't even know he was this dope, shit

Like woah, shit

This mother fucker must really be chosen

Like God I know, shit

Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in

And I'm like oh shit

Check the point of common knowledge, you know that I got it

I'm shoppin' a college degree

My career was solid when I released Ballin

Before I had that, no one bothered with me

I barely was making a couple of views

It lit up a fuse and it started to be just a little bit more apathetic

I guess the demonic side was kind'a callin' in me

But if I just didn't really care about anything

I bet you I would've murdered my peak

I would probably have the fuckin' urge to go reach for the pen

That at times, I didn't wanna go reach

But I guess I just needed to be the man

That mother fuckers would probably just not wanna see

But if I can just be what I wanna just be

I'd say fuck all you bitches and turn of the cheek like a

Like a bird with a beak, 'cause you always chirpin', it's hurtin' to see

Everybody never try'na learn to compete to be better, it's only occurrin' to me

That nobody is ever deservin' to be at that certain degree, y'all are dirt on my feet

Little puppies, I need to just serve you a treat

Call it homicide 'cause I just murdered the beat

It's concernin' to me how I really was being so darn mental

From the first time, I would start gentle, 'til I sold my soul to the dark devil

From that freestyle in my car demo, when I said I stab you with a sharp pencil

Man, those were the days, I would say what I wanna just say

And everyone always just be like

Oh shit, oh shit

Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit

Like woah, shit

Look at him, he's got so much devotion

Like oh shit

Creativity as big as the ocean

Like woah, shit

When you hear the new flow you like oh shit

Like no shit

I didn't even know he was this dope, shit

Like woah, shit

This mother fucker must really be chosen

Like God I know, shit

Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in

And I'm like oh shit

Hold up, (Whoa), wait a minute, (Yeah)

Bitch I feel alive

You say I got like a bad vibe, why, what am I, like the bad guy

Oh right, yeah, 'cause I am, I can probably flip on you just a like flashlight so

Maybe I should try and advise that you not stab me in my backside

'Cause you know that the last guy just went straight under

Bitch got baptized, when he tried to hit me with a wack rhyme

What a waste of that time, yeah

Bitch it was nap time so I put that fucker on a flat line, yeah

Our beef was past time 'cause, when you read my stat line it says

Lil Cyko got fouled out, and we haven't even reached halftime, so

I'm about to capsize this fake fuck and just let 'em burst 'cause

He had the pathetic nerve to come at me with them petty words, but

I wish I said it first 'cause, Backstab was a threat

But your gonna feel my pain, need'a medic nurse

I'm a end you, and I bet it hurts like

Oh shit, oh shit

Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit

Like woah, shit

Look at him, he's got so much devotion

Like oh shit

Creativity as big as the ocean

Like woah, shit

When you hear the new flow you like oh shit

Like no shit

I didn't even know he was this dope, shit

Like woah, shit

This mother fucker must really be chosen

Like God I know, shit

Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in

And I'm like oh shit