Verse 1: The Don
Election day
The skies are fucking grey
Pull up to Wallgreens
In my ripped fucking jeans
So many old bitches
They don't know how to dress
They're walking around clueless
Just making a mess
Verse 2: OC
Oblivity turned into clarity
Now I see everything happening under my nose
Blow going in bitch I’m sinning again
Shit I'm picking some raw meat straight off of the bone
Lonely kingpin with the winning playing
Who be toking on bogeys to give him some hope
Tars going in, this car swerving again
Whilst nobody be stopping me
Cops scared of Bo
Owen was tryna go, slow
Ended up driving too fast
Ops on my ass, gassed
Godly I laugh
As cops start to drop from a gat
Bollocks time, mine
All of the sighs
OC da lion attack
Blasphemous rhymes, lies
Fictitious lines
OC be still spitting facts
Liar da lion I’m approaching Shires
I’m hobbit, I’m Gandalf, I’m Aragorn tryna
Back off the bullshit, no promises higher than
OC da Legolas, white boy da archer
I’m calling my charter, the LS the squad or
The crew or the gang of the people that tryna
Send you to hell, to the limbo, retiring
Hiring goons to do firing, buying when
Bombs are half off like a fire sale
Cry and wail
Hurting and murder I’m hoarding entire tales
Stories I’m learning to focus igniting sails
Burning your boat so you’ll likely fail
Swimming whale
Churning the lies out my eyes I am never fair
Pairing your ferry with fire and lots of air
Oxygen feeding flares, nothing is longer there
Lies ignite the final fright of a sailors hair
Election day
The skies are fucking grey
Pull up to Wallgreens
In my ripped fucking jeans
So many old bitches
They don't know how to dress
They're walking around clueless
Just making a mess
Verse 2: OC
Oblivity turned into clarity
Now I see everything happening under my nose
Blow going in bitch I’m sinning again
Shit I'm picking some raw meat straight off of the bone
Lonely kingpin with the winning playing
Who be toking on bogeys to give him some hope
Tars going in, this car swerving again
Whilst nobody be stopping me
Cops scared of Bo
Owen was tryna go, slow
Ended up driving too fast
Ops on my ass, gassed
Godly I laugh
As cops start to drop from a gat
Bollocks time, mine
All of the sighs
OC da lion attack
Blasphemous rhymes, lies
Fictitious lines
OC be still spitting facts
Liar da lion I’m approaching Shires
I’m hobbit, I’m Gandalf, I’m Aragorn tryna
Back off the bullshit, no promises higher than
OC da Legolas, white boy da archer
I’m calling my charter, the LS the squad or
The crew or the gang of the people that tryna
Send you to hell, to the limbo, retiring
Hiring goons to do firing, buying when
Bombs are half off like a fire sale
Cry and wail
Hurting and murder I’m hoarding entire tales
Stories I’m learning to focus igniting sails
Burning your boat so you’ll likely fail
Swimming whale
Churning the lies out my eyes I am never fair
Pairing your ferry with fire and lots of air
Oxygen feeding flares, nothing is longer there
Lies ignite the final fright of a sailors hair
( O.C. the Wizard )
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