Don't Play the Radio - Oh My Lyrics

Yeah
Uh
Girl I love it when you lie to me
That's why I ain't gone give you no pennies
When a nigga hit the store and win the lottery
No jacking while they jocking me
No nigga there's no stopping me uh
You leprechauns better watch who you been stepping on
You can't touch my pottery uh
Yeah you shooting for third and I'm looking for a repeat
Your girlfriend is a bird all I needed was a retweet
Jump out the gym then I tweak knee
Then I go into recovery
One on one they couldn't cover me
Life's a bitch and that chick still can't get enough of me
All these other niggas monkey see
And all these other niggas monkey do
Opportunities you couldn't even tell
When them shits is right in front of you
So fronting's what you're gonna do
But I f*cked her when I wanted to
Don't run through the finish line
I'm walking through
Yo my nigga who the f*ck you think you talking to
My niggas move weight AM to the PM
Don't know about you but everyday was carpe diem
The jake make a few rounds but we hardly see em
And all these other niggas f*cking running after checks
And you ain't getting money so you looking too depressed
And now they looking at you and you looking like a mess
That money on the table got you feeling on her breasts
That flow in the cup got me spilling on her dress
Ahhh
You are out of this world
Then you should of got a golden globe
But yo ass kept acting up
Then you're problems kept stacking up
Now we looking at you wondering is you moving forward
Or you backing up

Lately I been feeling this sickening motivation
To finish up all of my goals
Enough of the contemplating I'm starting the innovation
To make changes that's vital
Intimidating my rivals
Handle World like my rattle
Watch the story unravel
Preconceptions will shatter
None of these idols matter
Quit living under a shadow
Light can't find it's way to you if you lost in a vacuum
Took enough L's to get more stoned than a statue
High enough to soar on the astralplane a new latitude
Yeah you know the name
Mic-Andre
Say it with gratitude
Doctor of the game
Feed the artist
Opening avenues of opportunity
Ceasing the saturation of the wack sound that's illusory
Here's the eulogy
R.I.P. to sucker emcees
I hope you finally get a piece
Of what the labels withheld just to inflate your streams
Generation dying I could hear the screams
The people need water
Not heavy syrup codeine
It's Don't Play the Radio
But you can tune into us on your stere-ereo
New wave of vibrations coming for your eardrum
Beat the war drum
Heading towards kingdom come
Solomon's home
For the throne
You know the V's
Claiming what we earned like a check from royalties
No reeling it in once the flow is unleashed
Instead of caging the beast
Let em preach
About the struggle dodging federal penalties
Unfair how we treat those less fortunate than we
The hate you give your seeds
Will only leave you to grieve
I pray my niggas succeed
For our wins we'll bleed
Ain't no faking your way to the top
If you want the keys
Capeesh