Spaz by OMAR (18th) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I don't fuck with these niggas, nah
I've been up on my own shit
Never losin' focus
And teachin' these niggas that don't know how
All that bullshit you can throw it out
Put it on the maf, man sound so profound
Done a couple shows that been so sold out
My sounds make noise out in London town
If you was lookin' for that shit that's what you found
If your homie put you on to this, dap him, he's that dude
Tell him I said hey, good lookin' out (oooh)
Swaggin' while you dudes be stayin' stoic
Loosen up and you can make a buck or a tip on the low
And do penance for penning that shit with no interest
Don't confuse hate from me just being done with you niggas
That's Ross shit, what the fuck, you thought I really fuckin' lost it?
I been coolin', watch the mother fuckin' process
Prospect, diggin' for all of this fuckin' profit, complex
I ain't really been but I'm accomplished, honest
Hard as Onyx, back in 9-6
Acknowledge, you been pompous
You declined this, won't co-sign shit, that's monotonous
Well fuck it, Kendrick raised the bar
I saw that baton and I caught it
An anomaly, a commodity, honestly I'm an oddity
Kinda be killin' part of me
Part of me wants to be El Rey like Lana be
Hotter than Sanai be
Hopped up on the beat and I throw up like
All of these models be tryna keep up
That ain't happenin'
Fuck around, end up in an accident
Spazzin' with a passion cause I'm mad as shit
Where the funds at?
I don't do this shit for fun anymore
Tug of war, pullin' at your heart strings with guitar picks
Writing shit darker than La Brea tarpits, can't tarnish perfection
Anything you've ever written, etch a sketch it
I could give a lesson
In essence you standin' in the presence of greatness
So fix your fucking face trick
Have a blunt and face it, you basic
If you think the flow ain't came from the basement, bottom to the top
Bitch you've been out the loop like your shoe been missing knots
Can't noose with us, hang with us, bang with us, lane switches
Feel good like I'm Ma$s in this, I'm acin' this, Mason shit
Not free, gotta pay for this, amazing ish
Damn I ain't even gon' get thanks for this
Fuck it, really say you somethin'?
Ain't bangin', you ain't buckin'
Tryna be a cool guy, small fry in a big pond
Get lost, too on, I'm gone
You shoulda been knowin'
I don't fuck with these niggas, nah
I've been up on my own shit
Never losin' focus
And teachin' these niggas that don't know how
All that bullshit you can throw it out
Put it on the maf, man sound so profound
Done a couple shows that been so sold out
My sounds make noise out in London town
If you was lookin' for that shit that's what you found
If your homie put you on to this, dap him, he's that dude
Tell him I said hey, good lookin' out (oooh)
Swaggin' while you dudes be stayin' stoic
Loosen up and you can make a buck or a tip on the low
And do penance for penning that shit with no interest
Don't confuse hate from me just being done with you niggas
That's Ross shit, what the fuck, you thought I really fuckin' lost it?
I been coolin', watch the mother fuckin' process
Prospect, diggin' for all of this fuckin' profit, complex
I ain't really been but I'm accomplished, honest
Hard as Onyx, back in 9-6
Acknowledge, you been pompous
You declined this, won't co-sign shit, that's monotonous
Well fuck it, Kendrick raised the bar
I saw that baton and I caught it
An anomaly, a commodity, honestly I'm an oddity
Kinda be killin' part of me
Part of me wants to be El Rey like Lana be
Hotter than Sanai be
Hopped up on the beat and I throw up like
All of these models be tryna keep up
That ain't happenin'
Fuck around, end up in an accident
Spazzin' with a passion cause I'm mad as shit
Where the funds at?
I don't do this shit for fun anymore
Tug of war, pullin' at your heart strings with guitar picks
Writing shit darker than La Brea tarpits, can't tarnish perfection
Anything you've ever written, etch a sketch it
I could give a lesson
In essence you standin' in the presence of greatness
So fix your fucking face trick
Have a blunt and face it, you basic
If you think the flow ain't came from the basement, bottom to the top
Bitch you've been out the loop like your shoe been missing knots
Can't noose with us, hang with us, bang with us, lane switches
Feel good like I'm Ma$s in this, I'm acin' this, Mason shit
Not free, gotta pay for this, amazing ish
Damn I ain't even gon' get thanks for this
Fuck it, really say you somethin'?
Ain't bangin', you ain't buckin'
Tryna be a cool guy, small fry in a big pond
Get lost, too on, I'm gone
You shoulda been knowin'