OmenXIII - 01010011 01001001 01001110 00101110 lyrics
[OmenXIII - 01010011 01001001 01001110 00101110 lyrics]
Used to make food stretch so
I don't need to eat
Used to fucking struggle just
To meet rent's meet
When you see a dead body
That's life on the streets
Where the strong will survive and
You die if you weak
Two fuckin' bottles in my hands
Never had that
Smoking on a motherfucking ounce
Never had that real shit
Never had a bitch 'til I rapped facts
Spinning on the track, you a bitch
Better bounce back
Fuck an assumption, you don't know me
Look like Halloween, but ain't shit sweet
No tricks, no treats yo bitch on me
I could finesse, but I got
Weed to roll instead, yes
I got blunts and Hennessy
Shawty give sloppy head to me
Bodies droppin' regularly
Can't stop gettin' to the check, my G
Can't stop, even just to flex, my G
That sounds crazy in the head, my G
I don't need to rest 'til I'm dead, my G
OmenXI I I, black shirt, black jeans
If you know me, gotta keep it low-key
Sleep through the day
In the night when I creep
I don't chase the money 'cause
The money come to me
Life ain't free, people gotta pay fees
Pull up in yo city, got an ounce for the free
Everybody know that I'm hot, on me
I'm the WiFi plug, hot-spots on me
If you drive by, don't miss a shot on me
OmenXI I I, got the blade on me
2017, but the music still free
I don't fuck with labels but
The labels want me
Riding down Melrose any day of the week
Tell me what it means when every
Day just be a weekend
Tell me what you want, what you need
Can't talk long
'Cause I'm on the flight headed
To the next time-zone
Tidal wave coming through fast like the Bible
Psycho, running through these checks
Like a track meet
Athlete, pushing on this weight like a madman
Damn, man, hit my fucking
Line, "what's the plan, bro?"
Rambo, creepin' through the grass
Like these snakes do fake moves
Breakin' rappers ankles like I'm Hot Sauce
Bob Ross
Speakin' and I'm paintin' the picture
Scriptures, every single song
I've ever written
Fit in, something that I never really did
Bitch
Something that I never really did, bitch
Fit in, something that I never really did
Bitch something that I never really - yeah
I don't need to eat
Used to fucking struggle just
To meet rent's meet
When you see a dead body
That's life on the streets
Where the strong will survive and
You die if you weak
Two fuckin' bottles in my hands
Never had that
Smoking on a motherfucking ounce
Never had that real shit
Never had a bitch 'til I rapped facts
Spinning on the track, you a bitch
Better bounce back
Fuck an assumption, you don't know me
Look like Halloween, but ain't shit sweet
No tricks, no treats yo bitch on me
I could finesse, but I got
Weed to roll instead, yes
I got blunts and Hennessy
Shawty give sloppy head to me
Bodies droppin' regularly
Can't stop gettin' to the check, my G
Can't stop, even just to flex, my G
That sounds crazy in the head, my G
I don't need to rest 'til I'm dead, my G
OmenXI I I, black shirt, black jeans
If you know me, gotta keep it low-key
Sleep through the day
In the night when I creep
I don't chase the money 'cause
The money come to me
Life ain't free, people gotta pay fees
Pull up in yo city, got an ounce for the free
Everybody know that I'm hot, on me
I'm the WiFi plug, hot-spots on me
If you drive by, don't miss a shot on me
OmenXI I I, got the blade on me
2017, but the music still free
I don't fuck with labels but
The labels want me
Riding down Melrose any day of the week
Tell me what it means when every
Day just be a weekend
Tell me what you want, what you need
Can't talk long
'Cause I'm on the flight headed
To the next time-zone
Tidal wave coming through fast like the Bible
Psycho, running through these checks
Like a track meet
Athlete, pushing on this weight like a madman
Damn, man, hit my fucking
Line, "what's the plan, bro?"
Rambo, creepin' through the grass
Like these snakes do fake moves
Breakin' rappers ankles like I'm Hot Sauce
Bob Ross
Speakin' and I'm paintin' the picture
Scriptures, every single song
I've ever written
Fit in, something that I never really did
Bitch
Something that I never really did, bitch
Fit in, something that I never really did
Bitch something that I never really - yeah