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Overseer (Omen) + Freestyle
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Juice WRLD
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Oh Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Uh, yeah Feel like The Omen, my eyes are rolling, stuck in the moment Protection on me, ain't talking Trojan, pullin' up, blowin' Walkin' 'round London, a 100K pound on my clothing I'm runnin' the town and they know it, smokin' on loud and I'm zoning Smoke out the pound, yee-haw, yo' ho and my ho down, yee-haw Yo' girl tried to rob my mans, so my b*t*h shot her down, yee-haw Up and downs on the percs like a see-saw I'm the wave, these n***as get mad that they stuck in my wave, so I'm calling it see-saw I don't f**k with no parties but I turn my room to a rave, Molly what we on I don't bother to learn none of these n***as names, 'cause to me they all peons I know one when I see one, sh*t, I would hate to be one It's funny how n***as be hiding they blankets, like it wasn't me they would sleep on They alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah I was, but I can't be broke, yeah, if I go broke, ship it from Rio, yeah A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roaring like Leo, yeah The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a little scarier, yeah Aim for the neck like a Terrier, yeah, on a stack, Ben Franklin, bury her (Uh-huh) Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years Now I'm the overseer, sh*ttin' on all my peers Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear High as a b*t*h, is it hot in here? Too high to drive, I let bae steer If you f**k with the team, we gon' shoot like LeBron The original 23 Glock, Cavalier Got a mask on my face, with a beam on my side Like I'm at Comic-Con with a Light Saber, yeah Rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills Pills got me sweating like I'm climbing up a hill My drip getting wetter so her pu**y gettin' wetter 'Til my d**k feel better in that b*t*h like an eel ...ship it from Rio, yeah A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roaring like Leo, yeah The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a little scarier... ...ship it from Rio, yeah A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roaring like Leo, yeah The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a little scarier, yeah Aim for the neck like a Terrier, yeah, on a stack, Ben Franklin, bury her (Uh-huh) Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years Now I'm the overseer, sh*ttin' on all my peers Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear High as a b*t*h, is it hot in here? Too high to drive, I let bae steer If you f**k with the team, we gon' shoot like LeBron The original 23 Glock, Cavalier Got a mask on my face, with a beam on my side Like I'm at Comic-Con with a Light Saber, yeah Rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills Pills got me sweating like I'm climbing up a hill My drip getting wetter so her pu**y gettin' wetter 'Til my d**k feel better in that b*t*h like an eel Man, man, man Freestyle off the top, b*t*h Run up on me, get hit, got my hand on my stick I was toting my Glock, stick She gon' suck on my d**k, she gon' swallow my kids That lil b*t*h is obnoxious I count money, I stack it, it's nothing You know how I run it, I'm out of my pocket All my n***as be robbing, and back in Chicago We was rockin' them trueys and robins All my n***as got ice on they neck and they wrist And they sliding just like a toboggan I ain't talking 'bout pencil, a pistol But I get to rapping, this sh*t out of pocket Off the top I be freestyling sh*t Eminem I be 8 miling sh*t I be wildin', I'm going Bathing Ape I'm rocking barbarians all on my fit Talking stupid, R. Kelly with it Ignorant, I may p*ss on yo b*t*h I been balling like Kevin Durant All these n***as ball, Kevin, you can't N***as pu**y, the f**kin'— Ooh, haha I make it look easy, ayy Truck fit when I skate on that b*t*h So she think I'm Lil Weezy, ayy My diamonds so sick, my diamonds so cold They got me sneezing, ayy Jimmy Neutron, give me Brain Blast That lil' b*t*h get to wheezing, ayy Look, I read that b*t*h like a book You run up on me, then yo' a** getting took I poke a b*t*h like I'm on Facebook All my n***as get cash for real I don't really give a f**k 'bout a record deal Just bought a house, I ain't finna lay it— Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on Just bought a house, I won't drop the location But nah, I do not live in the hills I got money for real You will get popped like a pill N***as is not in the field All of my n***as is down for real All my n***as is down to kill I know n***as that's down for real for real Had my heart broke for real Yo' b*t*h gave me throat for real Hit it from the back like a singer Tryna hit a note for real Everything I say is the truth The truth is what I spoke, for real I feel like I'm Travis Scott, 'cause I got the Antidote for real N***a I'm doper than— I'm doper than a writers pen I don't ever have writers block But I'll prolly pick up the Glock, shoot you in yo' top Juiced up so I feel like Pac Run up on me, then I got a Glock I'ma hit a dread-head, bloody mop Listen, I'ma ball on you n***as and these b*t*hes I've been ballin', b*t*h I feel like a Piston I march on n***as, I be army enlisted All these n***as startin' to act like some b*t*hes So all these n***as start to act like some sissies I'm just spinning like tornado or twister "Juice WRLD, he a f**king enigma" Freestyling on live with my n***as, ayy Gold in my mouth, Burberry my shirt Moncler on my pants, I'm making it hurt Margiela on my shoes when I stomp I know they dirty 'cause I'm putting in work N***as know what's up, I be putting in work Like A$AP Ferg, put him in a hearse I'm finna go buy my b*t*h a new purse Birkin' bag 200, off of this earth Maxlord what you on? He just walked out of the room, he gone No, he ain't walk out the room He was just prolly finna turn the lights off or the lights on I'ma freestyle, done it all night long I'll freestyle, I don't gotta write songs I'll freestyle, I don't gotta right wrongs Skate on they block like they want some, ayy Smokin' on that King Kong, yeah Run up on me you gone Transform in the Lambo like Megatron, yeah I'ma put my team on NLMB, No Limit, we strong, yeah 150 where I belong GDK, EBK, you know we on, yeah Money is super long, yeah Shoutout to Kyro, shoutout to Bibby Shoutout G-Money, shoutout to Maneski Shoutout to Herbo, shoutout my n***as They gonna leave a f**k n***a stanking This not a joke, I am not pranking What is you doing? F**k was you thinking? Why is you tweakin'? I'll leave you leakin' Hit that b*t*h, CeCe like Weekend, ayy B*t*h I'm good At this rapping sh*t, so it's understood Hope it's understood That these n***as are okay But b*t*h I'm good I'm good I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good And for everybody sain' I sold my soul, n***a my soul belong to god That sh*t belongs to Jesus Christ And my heart belongs to Ally So, haha haha
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