Omg Lyrics - Bj Chicago Kid

[Intro] 

They know not what they say 

And they know not what they see 

[Verse 1: BJ the Chicago Kid] 

All I wanted was a little fun 

But you gave me more than I wanted 

Wasn't really trying to even be the one 

But I staged it like it was coming 

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid] 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

You got me saying oh my god 

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[Verse 2: BJ the Chicago Kid] 

Bullshit ain't nothing but chewed up grass 

Cross me once nigga, no more passage 

I'mma still be here when all said and done 

And like I told you before 

I ain't tryna be the one, you see 

When the truth staring you right in your face 

Tell me what you gonna do 

Some people get addicted after the first taste 

Cause misery loves a fool 

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid] 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

Oh my god 

You got me saying oh my god 

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[Verse 3: Jay Rock] 

The stress and the anger I can't manage 

Somewhere between these other 8 planets I stay stranded 

With all my wounds stitched up, wrapped in this age bandage 

I make them pass out on the line, like Hank Gathers 

Cause cake matters, soda mixed in this cake batter 

Now papa got a brand new bag with the same swagger 

I Mick Jagger when I rock out with the same dagger 

She said it like a Green Bay Packer, the aim splattered 

I ball out for 40 highlights on the game tracker 

Same chapter with this wannabe posers and lame rappers 

Now I'm the one they came after, this is my battle with the Devil's child 

Trying to make sure that we never smile 

We never smile when coke fiends got they own dreams 

Gotta get the garbage from 'round me, I'm tryna go green 

Niggas in late feelings, the anecdote is morphine 

Real niggas only, I hope you make it to quarantine 

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid] 

Oh my god