The OJ’S lyrics

Coughs God damn, what the f*ck was in that water n*gga?
Damn, you try'na poison me motherf*cker
Eheh… Ehh, nah, let’s do it
Uh-huh, Lawd!
Look…

[Verse]
Oh no, y'all n*ggas f*cked up
My style like Kukoc, release slow, I need mo'
c*ck back, young n*gga, like a reload
Got so Kayne back in ‘04
Four deep in the 4-door, oh lawd
Got a quick detour, just hold on
Get straight to the point, don’t prolong
Back up in it, I brought a profile
I got a dope sound, that, you can all agree
The transparency that I like to use
And my lifes a muse for these soulful tunes
As I croon this moon, I can’t be stopped
Stroke a heart to hit the sweet spot
I got a couplet, to get a company
I need a couchie mama, for this crudité
As I eat the beat like it was Crème brûlée
I got extravagant taste
No man will erase ground work that I laid myself, I got no time to waste
Need space get up off of me
Back, back, can you please give me just one second to breathe
Until the energy leaves, so I can really proceed, I said I’ll never concede
I swear to god I’m a livin’ example
Testament to a sure faith
I got a work ethic that’ll captivate ‘em
Castrate 'em, young Casanova
'Til the game is over, or you hear the whistle
Don’t stop the play, or stop competition
With a tight submission, turn them all submissive
I complete the mission, hardly ever miss 'em
Mr. Too Official, with a crucial vision
We can do this sh*t I know I got it bro
This sh*t is common sense, it ain’t impossible
And yeah, there's obstacles, but that’s not stoppin’ me
A Mephistopheles, see your anomalies is no exception, when I’m going Hercules
A Herculean effort, yes, I do display it
You should peep the cadence, cause I think you’ll like it
My sh*t been inviting, vigorous and exciting
Extravagantly I begin it
Pen a sentence that you’ll never forget
How to live with regrets, I proceed and progress
I believe in myself, I got faith that I’ll make it
The feeling inside, you could never replace it, or take it
Eternally grateful for all that I’m given
Every single blessin' I overlook
I’m a workaholic, no one moves at my pace
If you pay attention it gets interesting
Let me break it down, I put it in perspective
Spit a messy message, you could never measure
How much I’ve invested in the term of time
Well my determined mind, this sh*t like turpentine
We got molasses drippin', like I’m sauced up
Paid the pastor, boy they caught you
Never accepting the losses
Take an L, then I move on
I wanna elevate, cause I’m above that
I never sat around, you can’t expect help
You better get it poppin' by your f*cking self
A small seldom few will seep through the cracks
And blossom to roses from the concrete
But it’s obsolete without concentration
Need a level head, for clear navigation
Through the bullsh*t or the hypocrisy
If there’s levels to this I have yet to reach ‘em
Starring off into a distant region
I don’t even really like to pay attention
When they give opinions, speaking like they know me
n*ggas phony, I see that
What is heaven, I don't need that
f*ck around, my n*gga, ease back
Going hard, I never relax, huh
I countered your move, with a better move
Maneuvering through it, I swear I do
I’ll never die, I reincarnate
This rap sh*t like Carling cider to me
Over-top of the glass like a finger roll
Got the hitch, well equipped, for the given goal
I said adjust the position to my solution
Your sh*t fifty-fifty, my sh*t 100
Tell them keep it real, I know you don’t want it
I never slack when it comes to this, nothing new to this, I just do this sh*t
Feel like Bo Jackson, back in '86
Young king raw, black Raider sh*t
Made it to the major leagues and made a name
Want the big Range, with the gold chains
Big Daddy Kane but the caine gone
Never half-steppin’, n*gga, never that
Gotta let it breathe, let me slow it down
Gotta ventilate and let me hold it down
Got the remedy, I let it go around
Swear these rappers sweeter than some Coca Cola
Said I do this sh*t for my la Cosa Nostra
Never falling off, I thought a n*gga told ya