Mike Godwin - Oh Gees OGz [Prod. GNARLY JAY] (The Great American Novel)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Lemme get on my pimp shit limp dick handle your business, don't got one shooter at none of your shindigs,. Roll with goons and some misfits ghetto bastards banging with biscuits, the ghetto blaster bumping your shit you topped the hitlist. Kiss fists and tell me if you really bout it, got a gaggle of shooters might say that I'm surrounded. Confounded the sound is taking over, never been a bitch the limp wrist is breaking quotas. Poaching hoes and soldiers behold the goat is chosen, frozen in time you gotta shine or let it go bruh. No if ands or buts bruh this gotta be your moment, learn to hold a chopper or your cup is runneth over. No more OGs oh gees bro please, no need to be so '03. You got a whole dollar so fuck you mean "...or die tryin'", touch grass and go get a bitch or die lyin'.


[Verse 2]

Limp wristed simpleton missing since the start of it, simple as this business is you front you ain't a part of it. Don't pull my fucking card again I'm bout to fucking break, safe for now bound to garner kicks shouting out the hate. A loud bang crowds sang buried my head in the sand, count the cake we're out of it they're checking my hand. Probably praying to the devil if you couldn't reach me, pots are saying it's the kettle tryna keep me reaching. I'm kinda over this life thing I might bring, myself over the ledge and let the night sing. I've forgotten how gorgeous it can truly be, being couped up and crying wasn't really new to me. Suitably I'm busy tryna figure out just what I want, from the jump I passed on bumps but now I think I love the cut. Stuck in up sales measure up with cup scales, duck tales woo hah'ing like my check was the Holy Grail. Supposedly I'm gifted tryna shift away the narrative, mostly just been lifted by my shit coming from fairer lips. Rare eclipse of the heart turn around before you see the light, lost myself tears falling faster than the speed of night. See? You're right.

[Outro]

Oh gees OGz x4