c.o'd. - who's winning? (paris morton music 2 od-mix) lyrics
[verse 1]
i came with the intention to be the greatest to ever do it
to be the teacher, turn the rappers you idolize into students
you talk about it, i do it. you guessed about it, i knew it
only weak sh-t is coming out your mouth and i talk my bullsh-t like fluent
what i’m doing-i’m on my g-rind
you went off the dome once in the time i used to write three rhymes
i’m better and the concept’s so obvious
i’m in the building opposite where the lobby is
i’m talking louder on a track than a ‘rarri b-tch
and you ain’t saying nothing
point to who the livest is
it’s c – for c-m
o – for on emcees
d- i give to your girl at the funeral h-o-m-e
so she thinks that i’m raunchy
i only pounce when it seems you ain’t watching
and now that goes for p-ssy rappers reminding me of gazelles
if you ain’t know before, i’ll show you i’ll sh-t on any rapper up at double x-l
i’ll see you in h-ll
on the rap gods, f-ck who you tell
y’all like a jehovah’s witness, we ain’t tryna buy what you sell
professional bar dropper, sending n-ggas to jail
[verse 2]
i’m in the best shape of my life in a world surrounded by squares
it ain’t personal, i only mess with diamonds can you compare?
yeah, just a spitter with a temper, a vendetta too
and i’ve been had you aimed down since i came up out of middle school
so smooth with it
od, d-roch, marab, we some smooth n-ggas
coming to tear this genre a new -ssh0l-, f-ck if you cool with us
this joint got me tripping, in fact the room’s spinning
this rap sh-t was never a game to me but who’s winning?
y’all are knowing dudes sinning
selling their souls to go gold, this sh-t is old news
old crews move out the way for this new sh-t
pull up a lawn chair with your retired -ss and listen to dude spit
now, bow your heads and pray for the rappers that i just k!lled, b-tch
[verse 3]
since beef with you know who, i’ve stepped my game up
what up tye?
i’m on mine, f-cking with me’s like stepping on a land mine
what up tye?
i’m blowing up, what are you doing?
i’m putting out mixtapes, last i checked you were youtube-ing
what up tye?
i ain’t dissing, you should relax some
in fact, me and you should even go get on a track some (psych) time
my rhymes are like dr. seuss
and i’m in and out of this booth, i ain’t even taking my time
what up tye?
andover sure is dancing now
i’m knocking fire verses out, something like pacquiao
this beat and my flow sounds so soothing like a cat’s meow
i’ve said all i needed to man
i guess that it’s past me now
it’s od ho don’t overdose
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