Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Everywhere I go yeah I keep my rod
All these cloudy thoughts got my mind in fog
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
You think that yo him boy but you not God
You think that you run the world but that's my job
That's my job
That's my job
Me and my twin in the back of the coupe with the Choppa we keep our rods
I'm finna duck on that bitch when she pull up
Please slob
All of that talking please shut up
Please stop
Cause yo don't know bout half the things my life I seen with these eyes
And you don't know bout all them nights I just sat back and just cried
And you don't know half the pain in my mind buried inside
But I'm so glad and thankful lately I beat the odds
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Everywhere I go yeah I keep my rod
All these cloudy thoughts got my mind in fog
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
You think that yo him boy but you not God
You think that you run the world but that's my job
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God