I Got It - OmenXIII

Drop Dead everything, ten black nails

Bitch, it’s OmenXIII, I write and they feel it like braille

See my life wasn’t shit, now it still ain’t shit

Just a little bit of currency sitting up in the pic

Flex a young mistress while you stress about a bitch

I ain’t never had that problem in my life, don’t make me sick

I won’t ever need a girl that don’t expect any respect

I don’t fuck around with hoes that fuck around with everyone else

None of these rappers saying shit

None of these trappers saying shit

Grab another wrap and twist the stick

Smoking on Backwoods with the 'Fits

See my whole life changed since I made my own choice

Wouldn’t have it any other way, listen to my own voice

Smoking on herbs, and I’m sipping on poison

Whatever’s in the blunt got me stuck, it too noisy

I cannot hear ya, I cannot feel ya

OmenXIII, King Of Demons, do it for the children

Fuck a damn job, I get Soundcloud checks

You a broke a boy?

Check

You a joke a boy?

Check

Where the Henny at?

Check

Where the Woods at?

Check

Under that bed you better check

Boogeyman creeping with no TEC

Got that blade, got that blade, got that motherfucking blade

Money come and go but the feelings 'bout it tend to always stay the same

I don’t give a fuck about it, you offer me any sum

But I’d off myself before ever running off with any of your funds

OmenXIII, that’s on me

OmenXIII, that’s on me

OmenXIII, that’s on me

OmenXIII, that’s on me

OmenXIII, that’s on me

OmenXIII, that’s on me

OmenXIII, that’s on me

OmenXIII, that’s on me