O Lxrd by Ugly Mob Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Whatchu know about a broken heart?
Tell me what you know about the future, [?] and payments in the dark
So many days, I had to grind my way
Just so I could find myself a spot, up on the top
Not smokin' rocks
Like some dead homies I knew fucked around with needles, god
Only one comma in my bank account
Tryna get this guap right now so I can make it out, now
Ridin' 'round the city inside of a Jaguar, oh lord
Around like triple digits on the dashboard
If it ain't about gold, what the fuck you rappin' for?
Someone better let me know if they really want war
If they want war - do they really want war?
All these fake bitches act like they can win an Oscar
Ask 'em if they want more, they don't really want more
After ev'ry show, man they be askin' for an encore
[Verse 2]
I got chest pains 'cause ya boy doin' push-ups
I pull up, that new shit is ruthless, I do it
I gotta get it 'til it's all a breeze
Who really is the chosen one?
I guess it's really me
Got me lookin' in the mirror like this is my dream
I gotta cop some Cartiers, match 'em with the sneaks
Might just step into the bank, gotta get some cheese
Balenciaga, Triple S is all I really see
Uh, yeah
Go to work, but I'm busy on my off day
Lemme see you 'round 8:00, we can parlay
But wha'f you're really not the one?
That's what they all say
But I got it on the film like I'm Ray J
Got my girl to go blonde like a freak
Got some gas in the tank
Bump "The Nights" in the Wraith
Yeah, that's my favorite album, son
I bet I'm probably soundin' dumb
But my mom always wishes, she said that I'm number one
[Verse 3]
There's several different levels to rappin', it's an enormous check
I'm the rapper who's rappin' 'bout it, then all you bitches next
Hella hoes havin' sex with me, see these faces on TV
But I don't get into that 'cause they just gon' miss me
I just beat you to death with weapons
A bat or a Smith and Wesson
It's lethal the way I end up
I'm up next
I got some hoes that I've been callin', she knows
I got some gold in my pocket, and baby I'm just dyin' to flaunt it
Who's ready for beef?
I'm ready for beef
I'm about ready to beat anybody who got cheddar and cheese
You bitches never met me
Yeah you better just leave
If somebody gets louder then you can just bet it was me
You better bet it was me
Somebody fetch me a beat
This the type of shit to turn friends to worst enemies
My destiny, my legacy is tearin' up beats
Gimme a second and the [?] gon' be dead in his sleep
I spit heat
Whatchu know about a broken heart?
Tell me what you know about the future, [?] and payments in the dark
So many days, I had to grind my way
Just so I could find myself a spot, up on the top
Not smokin' rocks
Like some dead homies I knew fucked around with needles, god
Only one comma in my bank account
Tryna get this guap right now so I can make it out, now
Ridin' 'round the city inside of a Jaguar, oh lord
Around like triple digits on the dashboard
If it ain't about gold, what the fuck you rappin' for?
Someone better let me know if they really want war
If they want war - do they really want war?
All these fake bitches act like they can win an Oscar
Ask 'em if they want more, they don't really want more
After ev'ry show, man they be askin' for an encore
[Verse 2]
I got chest pains 'cause ya boy doin' push-ups
I pull up, that new shit is ruthless, I do it
I gotta get it 'til it's all a breeze
Who really is the chosen one?
I guess it's really me
Got me lookin' in the mirror like this is my dream
I gotta cop some Cartiers, match 'em with the sneaks
Might just step into the bank, gotta get some cheese
Balenciaga, Triple S is all I really see
Uh, yeah
Go to work, but I'm busy on my off day
Lemme see you 'round 8:00, we can parlay
But wha'f you're really not the one?
That's what they all say
But I got it on the film like I'm Ray J
Got my girl to go blonde like a freak
Got some gas in the tank
Bump "The Nights" in the Wraith
Yeah, that's my favorite album, son
I bet I'm probably soundin' dumb
But my mom always wishes, she said that I'm number one
[Verse 3]
There's several different levels to rappin', it's an enormous check
I'm the rapper who's rappin' 'bout it, then all you bitches next
Hella hoes havin' sex with me, see these faces on TV
But I don't get into that 'cause they just gon' miss me
I just beat you to death with weapons
A bat or a Smith and Wesson
It's lethal the way I end up
I'm up next
I got some hoes that I've been callin', she knows
I got some gold in my pocket, and baby I'm just dyin' to flaunt it
Who's ready for beef?
I'm ready for beef
I'm about ready to beat anybody who got cheddar and cheese
You bitches never met me
Yeah you better just leave
If somebody gets louder then you can just bet it was me
You better bet it was me
Somebody fetch me a beat
This the type of shit to turn friends to worst enemies
My destiny, my legacy is tearin' up beats
Gimme a second and the [?] gon' be dead in his sleep
I spit heat