OH LORD - Marlon Craft

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 supposed 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 Neuman

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

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 tryna G-check me

Muhfucka, where 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

God bless the rest, the best’s back

Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord

You could pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt

Peek inside the real muhfucka brochure

See what you could be

(Hah, they don’t wanna)

Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord

You could pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt

Peek inside the real muhfucka brochure

See what you could be

Fuck outta here

(You're a 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?)