still no relation to any real jamals i hope your name isnt jamal

Lyrics:
Ozie!
Yo, what's up, J-Mac?
What's good, O-Dot? Yo, I seen you drop that diss track on Ed, my nigga.
Oh, you seen that? Yeah, fuck that nigga.
Ahem, yeah, uhm. So, man, you see what Man-Man posted?
Boosie? Yeah, I seen that. Shit was whack, he tryna come onto us.
Right, right.
Y'knamsain, he think he can fuck wit' us.
Ay, look, Omar, I know we been homies for a few, but um... This for Eddie, nigga.
YOU BI-

Just 2 days ago you went and shot me in my fuckin' chest
Thank god that I made it home, I know that I am really blessed
Thought you was my day 1 homie, nigga, thought you was the best
But then you upped the glizzy and unloaded like you saw a breast

Jamal, I drop your government and let the gang find yo' address
Shoot me once, I get back up again, I don't care if you stressed.
I'ma stick a D up in your momma, we'll both fail a test.
I'ma make you C some shit, you'll B A-mazed at my request.

Look, first, I'ma dick your mama down, right infront of you.
Second, I'm gon' Uber you some salvaged trash and dumpster food.
Third, I'ma raid your home apartment and just steal from you and
Find yo' SSN and drain your bank account like youngsters do

Okay, J stands for 'jaculating on your corpse, nigga.
Now I got yo' family hostage in my fuckin' court, nigga.
Jamal, J'am all tired having this dumb little fight of sorts
So just pull up one more time, and we can end this, keep it short.

I'm jammin' on Jamal, he jelly, but never in a jam at all.
Claimin' he a gem, but every cut just shows he's a scam and flawed
I'ma do you dirty and just cut your dreads until you're bald
And, wait, I'll do that when I come by later, cause your sister called

I'm jammin' like Marley, Jamal when I ball, see
How would it be Without You, like Slim, Halsey?
I'm known for the drive and my name's on the call sheet
I just bought your toe tag, I hope you don't have small feet

I hope you don't run into me again, it would be bad for you.
I just spent a milli on your downfall, life is comfortable.
I plan to fuck you up post-mortem too, hope you combustible.
I hope you wrapped up, bacon burger dog, like Dr. Huxtable

JAMAL

Lyrics:
F-F-F-5'7 nigga, now I'm worthy, get me fem'd up
I can't do no mumblin', I gotta get my pen up
Niggas and these bitches give me headaches like a psyduck
She whisper there's a lay she owe, fella-yeah, she tryn' suck
F-F-F-5'7 nigga, lowkey wish it didn't go up
Keep me at 5 feet, my Only Fans, it woulda blown up
N-N-Nah, I'm playin', I'm just sayin' like my name Trunks
Niggas think they manly, need get they testosterone up

I-I-I be fuckin' up the game, don't care if there's no audience
Niggas, bitches, think they slick, but they affair is obvi-obvi
Niggas get no queso, all they got's lactose intolerance
Bitches lovin' CaseOh when he built like a rhinocerous
(I'm just playin', I love that nigga) Boy, you whiter than a Maltese
Gotta limp in my step, I be Shteppin like a Brokie
I need braces like a Tec' or B-Tek like Jabbawockeez
I'm addicted to my phone, someone get me a Blackberry
(No, like, deadass, I really need one, please) Or a Nokia
Look in the mirror with My Eyes, I Know this my Utopia
Niggas, spicks, and crackers, needa stop the xenophobia
Niggas drop in multiple, Fortuna, Cornucopia
B-B-B-Big talk, lil' frame, still, I'll make the word sha-shake
Shawty call me handsome, now she askin' for my birthda-date
Said she like my cadence, got her vibin' off the wordplay
Bitch, that's lightwork, I could flip it in like ten ways

F-F-F-5'7 nigga, now I'm worthy, get me fem'd up
I can't do no mumblin', I gotta get my pen up
Niggas and these bitches give me headaches like a psyduck
She whisper there's a lay she owe, fella-yeah, she tryn' suck
F-F-F-5'7 nigga, lowkey wish it didn't go up
Keep me at 5 feet, my Only Fans, it woulda blown up
N-N-Nah, I'm playin', I'm just sayin' like my name Trunks
Niggas think they manly, need get they testosterone up

F-F-F-5'7 nigga, but I'm movin' like I'm 6'3
Shawty hit my line, she talkin' 'bout she wanna fix me
Told her I ain't broken, and your other man is not me
I'm tryna live past 18, cause, nigga, I'm a mixed breed
F-F-F-5'7 nigga, but my aura like I'm 7'2
Motherfuckers crazy, gotta curve 'em like the letter U
Niggas throwin' shade, but they soft just like a teddy do,
I'm here to catch a win, a dub, whatever, it's a W
F-F-F-5'7 nigga, but it's fly like I'm 8'4
Reference all religions, got 'em askin who I pray for
Shawty hit my DM, but I do not a need a new whore
I need me a vestal, keep it Loki like I'm Phase Four
F-F-F-5'7 nigga but I'm tryna be like 5'0
I'm tryna have a talk, but she keep starin' wit' her eyes low
And nigga, I'm not cappin', who the fuck I even cap fo?
Bitch, I'm really steppin', lock my ego like a slideshow

F-F-F-5'7 nigga, now I'm worthy, get me fem'd up
I can't do no mumblin', I gotta get my pen up
Niggas and these bitches give me headaches like a psyduck
She whisper there's a lay she owe, fella-yeah, she tryn' suck
F-F-F-5'7 nigga, lowkey wish it didn't go up
Keep me at 5 feet, my Only Fans, it woulda blown up
N-N-Nah, I'm playin', I'm just sayin' like my name Trunks
Niggas think they manly, need get they testosterone u-u-u
(u-u-u-u-)
(u-u-u-u-)

5'7" (prod. silo x snorkatje)

Lyrics:
Me-Me-Me-Unlike me, unlike me
Do you think I'm strange?
Un-you, unlike you
Not-not-not pretending

I ain't got time for this shit
OMAR don' flipped and don' hopped on the track but you niggas can't rhyme what you writ
Time do not really exist
The way that I drop and then leave for 3 months and come back is one way to commit, huh
Huh, huh, nigga, I'm lookin' like Randal
I been told that a few couple hunnid, honey, I'll beat you down, with a sandal
Came with the heat like a candle
Bitch, I can do it all by myself, I can add parts to the beat like a Bandle

Unlike me, unlike me
Do you think I'm strange?
Un-you, unlike you
Not-not-not pretending

Hello Kitty on my wrist
See the way that I'm poppin' this shit, I can pop it like I am a Pimp, oh
No, don't backhand that bitch, shit
Niggas be poppin' and boppin' but when can we pull in the huzz and bring back the twist?
Nigga, flick the wrist, when I walk in this bitch, I be steppin, I'm steppin on all of these niggas
I'm reppin' New York and that nigga that sinked with T-Pain in '08, I'm still getting bigger
I still got the vigor, and I'll clock a nigga and just U-Haul his body like dyke tea
Especially the hatin' ass dickridin' niggas who are just unlike me

unl!ke

💨💨 dang it

Lyrics:
OMAR, uh, I got my fresh suit on
Feelin' like a prince, Will Smith, I'm gone
Nigga, uh, I got my hair in a bon'
Catch me in the game, gotta Poke Imam
Uh, For the thawb, get it?
Got my stick on her rack like a tom, get it?
Uh, I'm a Tampa jit, get
Up and out my way, you a cancer, shit it
Uh, Like a pamper
I'm tryna build a legacy, not for you tamper
Scamper, go into the sewers like a lean, mean, green team
And I'll keep stunnin' in my lane like a limousine
Feeling clean, shit can get bizzare like a bloody stream
'Phetamine, Adderal, like I'm Lil' Petey's team
'Lone made the beat, shit can get extreme
Fuck that shit up, Alone, this shit clean.

That's how it's finna be, be, yeah
That's how it's finna be
That's how it's finna be, be, yeah
That's how it's finna be
A-L-O-N-E, drop the fucking beat for OMAR, me
A to the L, he the O-N-E, E, yeah, that's how it's finna be

I don't play fair like a ref that got paid off
I-I-I'll sic on a nigga like a good cough
Uh, what's the deal? Keep it trill like Pimp C
Believe me, I'ma cash, that's a guarantee
Kick game different, I be moving like I'm Liu Kang
Chopsticks tucked, I ain't talking 'bout lo mein.
Got a black tux, lineup, cuban Bruce Wayne
Nigga, you nothin' but a bother, you a new bane
The beat still goin', slowin', so I gotta show off
I'll put your sister on, Lil Wayne
The beat still goin', slowin', so I gotta show off
I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off
I don't need no rubber, no mistakes, I go in raw
I got family ties, call me Keem, I got in-laws
I'ma carry the game, get me a Kinal
I'm a pro-fan-ity, fuck what the kids saw

bBB (prod. alone)

Lyrics:
Huh, takin' my steps, walk in this bitch, with my right and my left
Huh, takin my steps, sneak in this bitch like Control, boy, I'm deft, boy, you deaf
Why can't you hear when I walk?
Cross on my chest, I'm the son from the top
Shawty, why can't you hear when I knock?
Come open the door, have some-

Steps, lil sizzle in my walk, like I cook fish
Nigga is a puss, let that nigga have his Last Wish
A gun? Pick it up, you doofus like a starfish
Beat him black and blue, now he lookin' like that Grayson
These niggas goofy, got me laughing like hahaha
These niggas pissy, got me on a beat by (Wa wa wa, wa)
Ay, all of these niggas done broke the last straw,
If you with it, you with it, we hang at the spa
You can watch what I draw came to life like a-ha

Steps, steps, glitch when I slide
Moonwalk real, got the bots looking fried
Fried, f-fried, don't steal my stride
If you trip, lil nigga, I'ma blame it on your pride

OMAR on the track, now the tempo do the tango
Walked up in that bitch and grabbed a bottle of Durango
Say I pierced seven with one like I stacked them on a dango
These niggas unemployed, they be droolin' for the-
Nah, like for real, make a LinkedIn
That or get on paper, play the beat, and get the ink pen
Uh, got a problem? Baby, step then.
I been in my bag like I'm Killua, boy, I'm shockin'

Steps, steps, glitch when I slide
Moonwalk real, got the bots looking fried
Fried, f-fried, don't steal my stride
If you trip, lil nigga, I'ma blame it on your pride
Pride, pr-pride, blame it on your pride, pr-
Moonwalk real, got the bots looking fried
Fried, f-fried, don't steal my stride
If you trip, lil nigga, I'ma blame it on your pride

ST3PS (prod. waera + me)

does anyone even still use bereal

Lyrics:
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to, damn
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to, huh
Man, I'm doin' what I want to

Le-Le-Let's just be honest
All of them lines make white shapes in yo sinus
These niggas do what I say like I'm Simon
Look like a crip 'cause I shine like a diamond
Bitch, go and-go and stop all that whinin'
Girl, why you lion, cuz I'm on that Timon?
I got the Nikes and you wanna chime in
With yo bum ass Pumas with scars on the linin'?
Damn, don't you know I am the man? (I am the man)
OMAR's the name, yeah it runs in the clan (in the clan)
I been making bands and some fans
Eatin' all this hummus with the pita 'cause I'm pan
Like shit, why is your man such a dick?
Nig' got all mad 'cause you wanted a flick
Bitch, I don't wreck homes with that shit
I already got a girl shifting sticks and doing splits, like

Ooh, bitch I'm really too sick like the flu
Got ya girl comin' at me and I don't know what to do
Who is you, bitch, you really just a minion like I'm Gru
Leave a mark, make 'em search for the clue like I'm Blue, like


Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to, damn
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to, huh
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to, damn
Man, I'm doin' what I want to
Man, I'm doin' what I want to, huh

BeReal. (prod. alone)

please don't listen to this

Lyrics:
Look
OMAR, I been killing shit with nothing left to do
I'm an influencer like I'm running up a flu
What it do? Got my crew to see the view
Nigga, know I do not smoke but I'm the highest-

I'm eye-candy in this bitch, yeah, come get a flick
I just knocked yo' mans out 'cause he was flexin' sticks
I'm just tryna trick, flex up in this sitch
I make peace and some bread, you can call me Bolshevik
You can call me dignified, boy, I'm so sublime (Cuz my name is Cory-)
Got the whip lookin' sweet, yeah, that's candy on the ride
And my lollipop pop, yeah that's candy when I slide
A stick for the licks and it help me on the stride
I got candy on the side, and she meltin' in my hands
Why the-why the--niggas flexin' all these bands?
Nigga, where's your mans? Why's he reppin' vans?
I'm all under her tail you can call me Mr. Sans, dad
Laddie, tell me, ain't I right? They in my way like some maggots,
I-I told my jeweler "ice my wrist out, bag it"
I got Teto's, like, attention, but I love myself a fatty
Mostly hetero to mention, but you know that I'm a swaggot for the 

Candy, man, I'm flexin' on these niggas, I be-
I-I be flexin', how I'm lookin' fine and dandy, I'm like
Candy, bitch, I do it how I wanna, you can-
You-You can use me, I won't lie, I come in handy, yes, I'm
Candy, taste so yummy, do it with me
D-D-Don't you-Don't you wanna do it with me?
Candy, don't you wanna do it with me?
I look like candy, do you-do you taste it, baby? I'm like
Candy, man, I'm flexin' on these niggas, I be-
I-I be flexin', how I'm lookin' fine and dandy, I'm like
Candy, bitch, I do it how I wanna, you can-
You-You can use me, I won't lie, I come in handy, yes, I'm
Candy, taste so yummy, do it with me
D-D-Don't you-Don't you wanna do it with me?
Candy, don't you wanna do it with me?
I look like candy, do you-do you taste it, baby? I'm like
Candy
Girl, you know I'm just eye-candy
Bitch, I--you--ca-ca-can-

C4NDY! (prod. waera)

remix aka no singing version bc omg

Lyrics:
Look
OMAR, I been killing shit with nothing left to do
I'm an influencer like I'm running up a flu
What it do? Got my crew to see the view
Nigga, know I do not smoke but I'm the highest-

I'm eye-candy in this bitch, yeah, come get a flick
I just knocked yo' mans out 'cause he was flexin' sticks
I'm just tryna trick, flex up in this sitch
I make peace and some bread, you can call me Bolshevik
You can call me dignified, boy, I'm so sublime (Cuz my name is Cory-)
Got the whip lookin' sweet, yeah, that's candy on the ride
And my lollipop pop, yeah that's candy when I slide
A stick for the licks and it help me on the stride
I got candy on the side, and she meltin' in my hands
Why the-why the--niggas flexin' all these bands?
Nigga, where's your mans? Why's he reppin' vans?
I'm all under her tail you can call me Mr. Sans, dad
Laddie, tell me, ain't I right? They in my way like some maggots,
I-I told my jeweler "ice my wrist out, bag it"
I got Teto's, like, attention, but I love myself a fatty
Mostly hetero to mention, but you know that I'm a swaggot for the 

Candy, I'm sippin' on candy, I need me a handy, I need me a
Baddie that makes us some Kandy, If my name is Billy, then where is my Mandy?
If my name is OMAR, then where's my alone? Where my Shayyan? where is my throne?
Get the fuck off, where yo backbone? I'm healing the OG like it's the ozone
I'm healing the game, as if I'm Kurtis Blow, I'm dripped the fuck out, head to toe
I just do it how I wanna 'cause I'm in my zone, I just do it how I wanna 'cause I'm in my flow
I just choose what I want like a order, I'm flowin' all on the recorder
I clean it all up, ain't a hoarder, I'm all high on sugar just for the, for the

Girl, you know I'm just eye-candy
Ca-Ca-Can-Candy

C4NDY R3M1X! (prod. waera)

who needs mixing?

Lyrics:
Hahaha, I'm losing my shit, bro
Aight, I'm so tired, bro, turn me up
Aight, let me hit this shit real quick
Aight, look

You never do what I do, but I knew you could move all you body right over to me
Think that you playin' with me, but your Facility is not something that I wanna Flee
And I see, that you wanna be he, and that's fine, long as you do not pee all on me
'Cause you not R. Kelly, and... Haaaa, what the fuck
Holon, I can't lie, kinda tuff
Get your girl up out my face, you need to go and get her cuffed
Do not hit my girl up on her line, you finna hit her stuffed
Kidding, I do not have any partner, I just kinda bluffed
I'm going to the sto' to chill all with my bros
I always hit that line in freestyles when I try to flow
DJ, turn me up on the high end, and the bass on the lows
If I tell you "drop the mids," you went and dropped my album, bro
Look, I just took a shit on all these rappers and it stank.
I be contradictin', I did not mean that in a good way
Hittin' play on my song is kinda lame
No offense to my 3 listeners, I put the-the f-the fuck

Look, let me do a second take again
When I rap on niggas beats, I lowkey feel disrespectin'
Like Talking Ben, tell you no straight to yo' dome then hang the phone
That's how I feel I rap on anybody, 'specially prod. alone

I hate when niggas tell you that it's free for profit. Nigga, stop it
Someone finna steal yo' fuckin' beat and they will never cop it
They 'gon make a milli off your shit 'cause this beat lowkey hard
Yes, I'm calling you out, verm, you listen, or I'll cause you harm, like damn
Lowkey feelin' like the man
I may not be one to rap, but when it's clothing, yes, I can.
I'll wake everybody up in this household, boy, I do not care
All these niggas hatin' when I'm rollin' like Chamillionaire

They're there on the dance floor, grindin' like damn whores
Gay ass niggas make me feel the abhor
Gay ass niggas make me look like actor
Huge jacked man, like no, I aint buff more
Gay ass nigga make me look straight
Now I understand them eyes with the hate
How you dickride so hard, you Drake
I'll rob yo' shit like a damn allay

Oh, what the fuck
Voice tired, legs tired, let me sit down like a cuck
In a yellow whip, like a tonka truck
Like I'm Yeat and I got the bullets up
Screamin' X Gang
Hopefully that's not a gang, I ain't affiliated
But I see aura like Jazze made it
And I rock the boat, know Bey' hate it
From the Bay, the state it is Florida
I gotta disorder, okay, alright

3AM FREESTYLE (prod. vermwe)

i didnt think of a name or a cover bro leave me alone

Lyrics:
I-I-I'm only here for the soul foo-foo-
Smoking trees in Brazil, like deforesting for tofu (fu)
Nigga thinks that he's aloof like Gomu-Gomu
Put you over I, you can look it up on ko-fu
Ea-Ea-Eating tteokbokki with the soju
Tryna stack that paper, make a killing like a pro jew
I can't remember like an old dude (du-du-du-)
I can't remember like a-

Pressin' on RB to run this shit up like a runningback
Put my soul all on this, you can guess I'll make a pun on track
Last girl left me, she obsessive, that's why she came running back
She was head ov' heels, I'm like "Girl, how can you run in that?"
Girl, I don't care if you chubby, please shut up with all that weighing
I'm just sayin', bleached the afro, now I look like Super Saiyan
Put the wallet down, I'm not gon' let us leave if you start payin'
Lemme get my--ah, you can pay, girl, I'm just playin'

You don't have to answer that, I'll beat your ass then burn the bat,
I'll discard all the evidence, I'll spill the Jerry like the cat
Where the hell yo' chronic? You smoke reggie like that faggot rat
Boom, boom, boom, boo-boo-, sent you to another room
Nigga, I'm gon' string you up and make you pretty like a loom
Nigga, you can not make yourself smell good, there ain't no perfume
Nigga, you dyslexic, I could imagine your job resume

Damn, holy shit. Your girl want another flick
I guess all you niggas do is think about things with your dick
You needa find another thing to do, go find another shtick 
Niggas only give manipulators like the Lunatic, woah

Yo, who the-who the fuck is you?
Bitch I'm O-M-A, the R, it stands for rappin' for what's true
I don't need no other niggas to come at me with they crew
We can make one meeting, though, you can go set the rendezvous, bitch

answer my question (prod. bxnji)

why tf would u even send ts

Lyrics:
500 cigarettes

I got-I got-I got 500 cigarettes, I pass them on the block
I'll fuck up any beat I can, even FL stock
I got skills you have not seen before, my ball game got you shocked
I can-I can shoot this shit left handed like I'm Gaston Glock

Wh-wh-wh-wh-who the fuck? Who the fuck is you?
Bitch, I'm 10 toes down, you plus-minus like a dancing J-J-J-J-Je-Je-
What the fuck? Your girl want a rendezvous-ous-ous
OMAR, rapper, Spanish influencer like the flu

Bitch, I'm tryna get my rap game up-u-u
All my pretty birds wanna fly amok
What the-what the what-what? They just wanna fu-fu
I'm not finna date you if you fine wit' gettin' cucked
What the fuck, you too loyal, you too loyal next to me
Don't you-don't you know I'm human, even though I am a G
Okay, I might be self-glazing, I think I'm just too gutsy
Bitch, I am the odd one out, someone get me on Jubilee

OMAR came to kill again-gain
Call up all yo' homies, tell them all to get a friend-friend
Hit that share, that copy, and then sit right there on send
Will you really send that? When you do, the world will e-
End-end-end-end...
When you do, the world will
End-end-end-end...

Why the fuck would you even send that?

I got 500 cigarettes, I pass them on the block
I'll fuck up any beat I can, even FL stock
I got skills you have not seen before, my ball game got you shocked
I can-I can shoot this shit left handed like I'm Gaston Glock
500 cigarettes, I pass them on the block
I'll fuck up any beat I can, even FL stock
I got skills you have not seen before, my ball game got you shocked
I can-I can shoot this shit left handed like I'm Gaston

Glock

500 CIGARETTES (prod. 1luor)

OH GOD HE MADE JERSEY CLUB EVERYONE RUN 😭😭

Lyrics:
O-O-OMAR back again, I said OMAR on another one
My head need that rest, in her breast, I'm finna smother some
Even a flat chest, I'ma give her kid a brother, son
Huh, so what he's a guy? You's a mother-mother

She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy
She-She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy
She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy
She-She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy-u-u-u-u-u

I really like her a lot
She movin' her body, she wanna take shots
She tellin' me she gettin' hot
She think she Nelly, she taking it (Off)
She say I'm sick, I'm like "Baby, I'm not"
I'm an influenza but I do not cough
She takin' me home, took me back to her loft
I put 'I' in her 'cause I'm not Microsoft

She short and got hair in her face,
She walk by like a mess, baby girl, let me say sum'
She tall and she got on some lens,
Let me take off her stress, got her hair in a grey bun
She bad and got mel in her skin,
She earthy, pixie cut, went and got all her hair done
She tellin' me she hate her thighs,
When she sit on her butt, you know I gotta stare them

She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy
She-She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy
She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy
She-She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy

Ay, she got a tummy, you know that she plumpy, especially that bubble butt
I think it's funny, she walk wit' the dumpy, so I gotta stare when she strut
OMAR, he lovin' again, it's a must
And if she skinny, don't care 'bout the gut
She made me laugh and I know she don't slut
So if she's down, then I am too, we can fuck

If the girl's a ho, I'm sorry, I can not save them
I'm not a hero, or a fan, I will not pay them
She don't wan' be saved, it's okay, I can not change 'em
Wa, he made the beat, and you know that I arr-

She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy
She-She got braces and a tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy

BnT (prod. waera)

tsubaki u so awesome!

Lyrics:
Baby, tell me what to do when you're fucked up, fucked up
Drunk off the henny for the construct, social construct
I always thought we would be dry
Huh, look

She got me scrollin' through old messages, wonderin' who mess this is
Was it me or you, I just don't know what to do-o-o
Tried to text her “wyd,” she said “faggot, suck some D"
So I went solo VRC for some sensuality

Hop on Discord, damn, worst mistake of my life
I join up the voice chat and the gang ask 'bout my strife
I got the whole squad laughin’, I just alt + F4 the topic-opic
Now she makin' fun of my weiner, sayin' it's microscopic

She said “you’re weird,” I said “yeah, that’s why you stuck around”
You fucked with me because we were the same, don't try and act profound
Haha, so let's just pose for the fans now
Tryna make amends, just stay friends, I'ma cash-

I'm countin' the money, see through, all I do is see you
Damn, I thought that shit was real, I do not think that you feel too
Got me feeling too blue, who else do I speak to?
Tryna get us back together, almost agreed, was it taboo?

MIA, MIA
Everytime I wanna see you, you just know I go in-
Side my head, side my head
And I don't know what to do, tell me, why did you go-
MIA, MIA
Everytime I wanna see you, you just know I go in-
Side my head, side my head
And I don't know what to do, tell me, why did you go-

Love me like tenfold, you Switch it up like Nintendo, baby
You still a fan, though, the difference is only a pinhole
But that's so not true, tryn' make it seem like I'm not into you
Huh, damn
OMG, I am still a G
Tell me, where's your hubby, you can't find nothing like me
Sendin' greens, I got her sendin' greens
I'll end the convo there before we become enemies

MIA, MIA
Everytime I wanna see you, you just know I go in-
In my head, In my head
And I don't know what to do, tell me, where did you go?

wyd (prod. alone)

oh my god someone tell OMAR to stop making music

Lyrics:
OMAR runnin' this shit up like he's a runningback
All these bitches C-I-Ate as if I'm selling crack
Check out how I got the N and Y right on the-

I just took a fall, now I'm running with my face up
Looking at the sun, 'cause that's where I see the paystub
I'm just tryn' get money, vision up just for the daylight
Turn the darkest moment to a balance on the bassline

Check that Waera on the bass
Check-check-check out how it's bouncin', can you bounce it on my fa-fa-face-face?
Can you-can you let me get a taste?
I'm tryna keep you with me 'till 99, like you The Race

Keep you with me, keep you company
If you ever lonely, just lay down and you can hump with me
We can-we can chill, though, we can watch some Netflix
I can buy a ring for you, or even a nice necklace

I know that I'm reckless, I'm just being honest
On this beat, I'm really only flowing like a novice
Got yo' yogurt all over my jeans like you 2hollis
Flawless, you a goddess, damn

Damn, she got her girlfriends askin' her, lashin' her, beggin' to know I'm her mans?
They tryna see if I'm treatin' her right, if I gotten all under her pants
I'ma be honest, I only did some of the touchin' with some of my hands
Wait, she told me they asking her because I act like a trans (What?)

What the fuck that even mean?
Why everyone think I'm a trans guy?
That don't-
Like, that don't even make sen-

runnin' (prod. waera)

573

Lyrics:
Who the fuck callin' my phone?

Bad girl on my left, bad girl on my, I'll twirl on the
Light, my face in her chest, my face in her breast
Gotta test, she don' failed the shit, she want more my dick
Gotta stick, that's my twin, raise our kid, raise our jit
Put her hands on my body, she controllin' me like 10-2,
Mental, got her in my car, not a rental
Sent to a sub or the dom test like a dental
Want to not be alone, not talkin' instrumental

To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight (What, what?)
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight (To the what?)
To the left, to the right,
To the left, to the right

Ay, tryna start shit
Press select because a nigga finna clip this
Hit B, A, because a nigga tryna punch, kick
Serve a nigga like Mac, like he Kross, Kriss, pause, bitch

I-I-I wanna taste, I'm tryna get a taste (Taste)
She tryna get her teeth white, not talkin' bout toothpaste
I'm not a glory, no, I am not a glory
Up down, up down, I'm not talking- (I'm not talking-)

She shakin' all her body, I'm like "Damn, how you do that?
That down-south dance that you move a little too fast?"
Not talking bout the region, but I'm down-south, true that
I'll take you to my crib and show you the room I produce at
Ay, and I'm not talkin' bout my beats (WHAT!?)
I'm tryna be the Isleys, we can get Between The Sheets (WHAT!?)
Tryna show a omnivore to eat a little meat (WHAT!?)
She want my Hardaway, it went Bam like the Heat (YEA-Y-YEAH!!)

Oh, shit, and I'm not done, she want a lil more fun
She tryna see it pokin, tryna see it in her tum-tum
She like "For Pete's Sake" 'cause she know that's where I come from
She wanna lick the meat, I said "Girl, I'm not a dum-dum"
She tryna learn a trick, guess I'll show a lil- (show a lil-)
You gotta wax the ledge, or you're just asking for the friction
Hold the manual steady, and don't rush on the eviction
Keep it up with protection, and then you will get addicted

-ddicted, -ddicted,  -ddicted, -ddicted, -ddicted,  -ddicted
Who the fuck calling my-?

To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right,
To the left, to the-to the-to the-

konami (prod. alone)

fuck america

lyrics:
these niggas talkin left and right, they talkin bout the politics
they statin obvious, they statin', talking 'bout how wrong it is
To bomb a shit, this conversation shouldn't be dichotomous 
land of the free my ass, my nigga, we are not autonomous

we're semi, that's why they pull out semis
They try to control us up in the head like they are Remy
They pity many people with some pennies, threw at us like they condemn we
Get drunken off the henny, and hope that we live to twenty

They make us fight between ourselves because that's how the Nation's been out
And if you don't comply with the bullshit, you might just spin out
on the way up to yo friend's house, spoke to him, they'll bring him out
9 times out of 10, a nigga just pull the 10 out

and start blastin shit, because that's how our race was raised
and I do not mean by our parents, I'm talkin' the CIA
we just expirements, the usual, tuskegee, guetamala
I could name a thousand more, I'm glad more know of Mk-ultra

but these niggas don't know how we let 731 go,
just so that we could learn some more about the weapons they hold
i said the usual, they used to it, they planted crack and cocaine
In our neighborhoods, confused a bit, the blacks put on the gold chains

i'm not talking bout no jewelry, we chained up by the greedier,
it's not left vs right, it's poor v rich, and that's the medium
I say this shit so much, that's why I sound like holding tedium
it's hard to get a message out when--control the media


in a country built off of discrimination, seperation
i don't mean to sound too blunt, but we can forget reparations 
we got so much more to worry 'bout, look at the situation
united states of hatred and murder within our nation

I say "nazareth, nazareth, please pick up the phone
Gabe had told me there's a child from Bethlehem there on his own"
then I heard the ringing stop, and a click and then a thump
I heard a voice on the other end, and it was Trump

It was Clinton, it was Nixon, it was all em on the line
I asked for JFK, they laughed and hung up every time
Tried to call em back, I tried to ask, "why we divided?"
They tried to play it off, they told me that we are united

Jesus ate with sinners, but he didn't condone
if he was here, right now, today, i wouldn't feel so alone
because I think I sinned with wrath because I'm so used to shows
of violence from homophobes, racists all throwing stones

Inside the glass house they live in, 'cause now everyone livid
I'm painting up a picture and I need it to be vivid
So just imagine everyone you love is suddenly imprinted
With a hatred for eachother, and even you not omitted

i guess that everybody hates us now
even got shteppi on her shitposting rapping alt, whole album for the politics
yeah, everybody hates us now
and all i ever really wanted was distractions, that's why i listen to solid hits

yeah, everybody hates us now
isr*el and the arab ripoff U*E, it's obvious to see, it's vile
everybody hates us, right now?
do I really give a fuck, i don't care we stuck
just release them epstein files

EXPIREMENTS // NAZARETH (prod. SKOTSKR)

5 times outta 10 i lowk be gay

Lyrics:
5 times out of 10, I be prayin' to God, I be sayin' Amen
5 times out of 10, I be reppin' a gen that be hittin' the pen
5 times out of 10, I be sober, the other 5 when I'm in men
5 times out of 10, got responsibility, used to thank Ben

5 times out of 10, I be rappin' and shit
The other 5 when I be sayin' bullshit
I know that I'm spitting, the lyrics, the flow,
But my voice is throwin' me off a lil bit
Got JNCO, I'm throwin' on Y2K fit 
Wear baggy because it looks good, I admit
I commit to this shit, I be lit in this bitch
She show tit and her back, then she do a lil split

5 times out of 10, I be rappin' bout hoes
That's only because I spent all my bankrolls
Can't rap bout the money no' more cause I don't even got it,
I spent it all thrifting new clothes
The hoes, I'll be honest, I'm tellin' you lies
Got respectable ladies, they come in all size
Stop tellin' me women want money, it know it's BS
Because I be gettin' they thighs

5 times out of 10, I be real
I know it's surreal
Sometimes there's a issue that needs to be dealed
With, I know some don't see the appeal
I know some not tryna get feels, I know some just tryna eat meals,
I know some not tryna lose wheels, but you needa lose that shit, huh
I know how you feel, damn

9 times out of 10, I be sayin' some shit that be get in yo' head
9 times out of 10, I be gettin' a girlie to that me the bed
9 times out of 10, I be flexin the money that's already spent
9 times out of 10, I'm a hypocrite, that faggot nigga that's sped

Fuck ass niggas

OUTTATEN (prod. kazui)

what the genre switch

Lyrics:
Left

Tell me what you want from me
Tell me what you want from me
I don't have nothing left to give you
Say what you want from me
Say what you want from me
And in return, I'll tell you
All I ever wanted was your love

Love, love
But then you left me in the dust
Dust, dust
And I got tossed away, tossed away

I can tell you're busy, but I really want to tell you
You didn't have to leave me, bae, you don't have to expel who-
ever tries to tell you what you're wrong about
I can hear the feelings coming out your mouth
But there's no tooth to it
Guess I'm not listenin' to the cavities,
Girl, you had me pining, left me falling for the gravities
The homies left me boxed in so I'm really mad at these,
All these other niggas, had me cramped up like some pilates

Damn, you got me feeling like the man
You left me so I said I can
Went to the gym, next is Japan
I'm gonna make the world my fan
Nah, I'm only lying for the cam
I'm only lying for the...jam
I wish I said I moved on, moved on, but somehow I'm still on you

And I just wanna be on you
I wished that you were the one to
Cuddle up with me behind you
Or I could even be infront you
And now I'm fantasizin' 'bout you
Can't even rhyme, it's just about you
Just you

All I ever wanted was your love

Tell me what you want from me
Tell me what you want from me
I don't have nothing left to give you
Say what you want from me
Say what you want from me
And in return, I'll tell you
All I ever wanted was your love

left. (prod. peril)

the rapper that makes producers regret wanting their name mentioned (sorry guys)

prod alone: https://soundcloud.com/uhhhhhhm
prod waera: https://soundcloud.com/killmiri
if the song isnt crediting a prod its prod me
x me = produced with
+ me = I added drums lmao

OMAR

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