Oh Lord by Ace the Vig Lyrics
They don't know my language
Competition petty
Running circles round Em
Homie spittin Braille
Everbody feel you
Ok ok I can see who's blind now
Open up yah eyes now
Can you see who rocks the crowd Now boyo I can floss my crown now
Bling bling bling chiddy Ching Ching
I am king I am legend
I can see Who's pathetic
When I'm speakin full connection
Raise the bar Im teachin lessons now I'm flexing and finessin
(Yeah)
This year is my year
Boutta make my lane clear
Get up out my way wipe up all of dem tears
Better luck next time
Bye bye bye bye
Ain't nobody steal my shine shine
I feel so high but my piss clean
And my mind right you can miss me
If you blink twice Im on a mission
I Stole that limelight I ain't timid
Here's a buckshot for these chitlins
You ain't bout the bidness get to dippin
(Why these foos always trippin)
Got my whole hood behind homie they about let me off the leash
Ain't no mercy when I gotta trigger squeeze
Got me lookin like the crooked police
Sheesh
Watch these verses gon creep creep
You gon push me to the peak peak
Cammakazi this is Ea-Sy
Yall got me weak
You a lame you a phony now you act like you know me shut that yap wit a 40
Watch it Cock back slowly
Pop ya dome with the chrome piece
Leave your mind thinkin holy
OE for them fallin Homies
So Deep when I dig your G to R to A to V
You see my scars I only play for keeps you ain't ready for the RIP
I'm hittin harder feel amazing you can't touch me I be on another page
Heaven sent out to conquer land
Makin hundreds, thousands getting paid
Major leagues can't touch the skill
I'm out to drill you youngins run you through a maze
I capped Em off one by one the job is done and now it's me that runs the game
Now they chant my name
You know I don't play See it in my face
Who gon test the champ who gon catch the fade
I can see the fakes
Birds eye view, bout to bring the pain
Or shall I make it rain dollars for ya baby momma teach you how to catch the shade all in a days work
Workin Stackin cake you know this be day to day
Master of my trade ace be graded A
Dumb it down for no one
Beat my murder case
Sorry lookin like no luck for you today
I be waist deep up in the cut you be trippin if you think that Im done
Hip-hop just birthed a son
You best believe that im the chosen one
Outro Chorus:
These foos hurtin cause I'm ballin yeah I be ballin
They be hurtin cause I'm saucin yeah I be saucin
Why they hatin cause I'm Shining?
Yeah I be Flossing
They be hurting cause I'm grinding yeah I be knocking
X2
Competition petty
Running circles round Em
Homie spittin Braille
Everbody feel you
Ok ok I can see who's blind now
Open up yah eyes now
Can you see who rocks the crowd Now boyo I can floss my crown now
Bling bling bling chiddy Ching Ching
I am king I am legend
I can see Who's pathetic
When I'm speakin full connection
Raise the bar Im teachin lessons now I'm flexing and finessin
(Yeah)
This year is my year
Boutta make my lane clear
Get up out my way wipe up all of dem tears
Better luck next time
Bye bye bye bye
Ain't nobody steal my shine shine
I feel so high but my piss clean
And my mind right you can miss me
If you blink twice Im on a mission
I Stole that limelight I ain't timid
Here's a buckshot for these chitlins
You ain't bout the bidness get to dippin
(Why these foos always trippin)
Got my whole hood behind homie they about let me off the leash
Ain't no mercy when I gotta trigger squeeze
Got me lookin like the crooked police
Sheesh
Watch these verses gon creep creep
You gon push me to the peak peak
Cammakazi this is Ea-Sy
Yall got me weak
You a lame you a phony now you act like you know me shut that yap wit a 40
Watch it Cock back slowly
Pop ya dome with the chrome piece
Leave your mind thinkin holy
OE for them fallin Homies
So Deep when I dig your G to R to A to V
You see my scars I only play for keeps you ain't ready for the RIP
I'm hittin harder feel amazing you can't touch me I be on another page
Heaven sent out to conquer land
Makin hundreds, thousands getting paid
Major leagues can't touch the skill
I'm out to drill you youngins run you through a maze
I capped Em off one by one the job is done and now it's me that runs the game
Now they chant my name
You know I don't play See it in my face
Who gon test the champ who gon catch the fade
I can see the fakes
Birds eye view, bout to bring the pain
Or shall I make it rain dollars for ya baby momma teach you how to catch the shade all in a days work
Workin Stackin cake you know this be day to day
Master of my trade ace be graded A
Dumb it down for no one
Beat my murder case
Sorry lookin like no luck for you today
I be waist deep up in the cut you be trippin if you think that Im done
Hip-hop just birthed a son
You best believe that im the chosen one
Outro Chorus:
These foos hurtin cause I'm ballin yeah I be ballin
They be hurtin cause I'm saucin yeah I be saucin
Why they hatin cause I'm Shining?
Yeah I be Flossing
They be hurting cause I'm grinding yeah I be knocking
X2