CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : O’shea
“If you stay ready you ain’t got to get ready”
Alright, yah
It’s f**k the world no apologizing
I take my problems and I monetize ‘em (moola)
They take they problems and they dramatize ‘em
Acting crazy for the Oscar, y’all are wilding
I’m more Oscar Wilde I’m a author writing thoughts I’m hiding that harbor violence like kamikaze pilots on Hawaiian islands
Toast to Bender tip a bottle sideways mobbing in that Caddy gang paddywagon ‘gang gang’ tatted on my skin, we about that action
It ain’t what you make, it’s how you spend it
Rappers’ heads on my chain, that’s my new pendant
I’m too vivid my coupe tinted like ‘who’s in it?’
Made your city mine as soon as I flew in it
My own wave I’m swimming like Mac Miller, who raps iller?
I wonder like Jack Thriller
God’s hand I’m Metatron, homie told me that I’m top six
sh*t, got me tryna kill like you dead and gone
You can bring the bullsh*t, homie that’s a throwaway
You can have my old b*t*h, homie that’s a throwaway
I been on my own d**k, tell these hoes go away
I been on my cold sh*t, I been on my O’Shea
Ice cubes and OJ, spike juice with rosé
Counting British bands, my moves are cold plays
If I waited for ‘em then, I would die of old age
Can’t hate the drive b*t*h, miss me with the road rage
Ooh, I been on my O’Shea
Alright, yah
It’s f**k the world no apologizing
I take my problems and I monetize ‘em (moola)
They take they problems and they dramatize ‘em
Acting crazy for the Oscar, y’all are wilding
I’m more Oscar Wilde I’m a author writing thoughts I’m hiding that harbor violence like kamikaze pilots on Hawaiian islands
Toast to Bender tip a bottle sideways mobbing in that Caddy gang paddywagon ‘gang gang’ tatted on my skin, we about that action
It ain’t what you make, it’s how you spend it
Rappers’ heads on my chain, that’s my new pendant
I’m too vivid my coupe tinted like ‘who’s in it?’
Made your city mine as soon as I flew in it
My own wave I’m swimming like Mac Miller, who raps iller?
I wonder like Jack Thriller
God’s hand I’m Metatron, homie told me that I’m top six
sh*t, got me tryna kill like you dead and gone
You can bring the bullsh*t, homie that’s a throwaway
You can have my old b*t*h, homie that’s a throwaway
I been on my own d**k, tell these hoes go away
I been on my cold sh*t, I been on my O’Shea
Ice cubes and OJ, spike juice with rosé
Counting British bands, my moves are cold plays
If I waited for ‘em then, I would die of old age
Can’t hate the drive b*t*h, miss me with the road rage
Ooh, I been on my O’Shea
