John Anthony - Oh Shit! Lyrics

Yeah
I'm like oh shit, oh shit
Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit
Like woah, shit
Look at him, he's got so much devotion
Like oh shit
Creativity as big as the ocean
Like woah, shit
When you hear the new flow you like oh shit
Like no shit
I didn't even know he was this dope, shit
Like woah, shit
This mother fucker must really be chosen
Like God I know, shit
Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in
And I'm like oh shit
Check the point of common knowledge, you know that I got it
I'm shoppin' a college degree
My career was solid when I released Ballin
Before I had that, no one bothered with me
I barely was making a couple of views
It lit up a fuse and it started to be just a little bit more apathetic
I guess the demonic side was kind'a callin' in me
But if I just didn't really care about anything
I bet you I would've murdered my peak
I would probably have the fuckin' urge to go reach for the pen
That at times, I didn't wanna go reach
But I guess I just needed to be the man
That mother fuckers would probably just not wanna see
But if I can just be what I wanna just be
I'd say fuck all you bitches and turn of the cheek like a
Like a bird with a beak, 'cause you always chirpin', it's hurtin' to see
Everybody never try'na learn to compete to be better, it's only occurrin' to me
That nobody is ever deservin' to be at that certain degree, y'all are dirt on my feet
Little puppies, I need to just serve you a treat
Call it homicide 'cause I just murdered the beat
It's concernin' to me how I really was being so darn mental
From the first time, I would start gentle, 'til I sold my soul to the dark devil
From that freestyle in my car demo, when I said I stab you with a sharp pencil
Man, those were the days, I would say what I wanna just say
And everyone always just be like
Oh shit, oh shit
Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit
Like woah, shit
Look at him, he's got so much devotion
Like oh shit
Creativity as big as the ocean
Like woah, shit
When you hear the new flow you like oh shit
Like no shit
I didn't even know he was this dope, shit
Like woah, shit
This mother fucker must really be chosen
Like God I know, shit
Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in
And I'm like oh shit
Hold up, (Whoa), wait a minute, (Yeah)
Bitch I feel alive
You say I got like a bad vibe, why, what am I, like the bad guy
Oh right, yeah, 'cause I am, I can probably flip on you just a like flashlight so
Maybe I should try and advise that you not stab me in my backside
'Cause you know that the last guy just went straight under
Bitch got baptized, when he tried to hit me with a wack rhyme
What a waste of that time, yeah
Bitch it was nap time so I put that fucker on a flat line, yeah
Our beef was past time 'cause, when you read my stat line it says
Lil Cyko got fouled out, and we haven't even reached halftime, so
I'm about to capsize this fake fuck and just let 'em burst 'cause
He had the pathetic nerve to come at me with them petty words, but
I wish I said it first 'cause, Backstab was a threat
But your gonna feel my pain, need'a medic nurse
I'm a end you, and I bet it hurts like
Oh shit, oh shit
Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit
Like woah, shit
Look at him, he's got so much devotion
Like oh shit
Creativity as big as the ocean
Like woah, shit
When you hear the new flow you like oh shit
Like no shit
I didn't even know he was this dope, shit
Like woah, shit
This mother fucker must really be chosen
Like God I know, shit
Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in
And I'm like oh shit

Yeah
I'm like oh shit, oh shit
Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit
Like woah, shit
Look at him, he's got so much devotion
Like oh shit
Creativity as big as the ocean
Like woah, shit
When you hear the new flow you like oh shit
Like no shit
I didn't even know he was this dope, shit
Like woah, shit
This mother fucker must really be chosen
Like God I know, shit
Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in
And I'm like oh shit
Check the point of common knowledge, you know that I got it
I'm shoppin' a college degree
My career was solid when I released Ballin
Before I had that, no one bothered with me
I barely was making a couple of views
It lit up a fuse and it started to be just a little bit more apathetic
I guess the demonic side was kind'a callin' in me
But if I just didn't really care about anything
I bet you I would've murdered my peak
I would probably have the fuckin' urge to go reach for the pen
That at times, I didn't wanna go reach
But I guess I just needed to be the man
That mother fuckers would probably just not wanna see
But if I can just be what I wanna just be
I'd say fuck all you bitches and turn of the cheek like a
Like a bird with a beak, 'cause you always chirpin', it's hurtin' to see
Everybody never try'na learn to compete to be better, it's only occurrin' to me
That nobody is ever deservin' to be at that certain degree, y'all are dirt on my feet
Little puppies, I need to just serve you a treat
Call it homicide 'cause I just murdered the beat
It's concernin' to me how I really was being so darn mental
From the first time, I would start gentle, 'til I sold my soul to the dark devil
From that freestyle in my car demo, when I said I stab you with a sharp pencil
Man, those were the days, I would say what I wanna just say
And everyone always just be like
Oh shit, oh shit
Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit
Like woah, shit
Look at him, he's got so much devotion
Like oh shit
Creativity as big as the ocean
Like woah, shit
When you hear the new flow you like oh shit
Like no shit
I didn't even know he was this dope, shit
Like woah, shit
This mother fucker must really be chosen
Like God I know, shit
Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in
And I'm like oh shit
Hold up, (Whoa), wait a minute, (Yeah)
Bitch I feel alive
You say I got like a bad vibe, why, what am I, like the bad guy
Oh right, yeah, 'cause I am, I can probably flip on you just a like flashlight so
Maybe I should try and advise that you not stab me in my backside
'Cause you know that the last guy just went straight under
Bitch got baptized, when he tried to hit me with a wack rhyme
What a waste of that time, yeah
Bitch it was nap time so I put that fucker on a flat line, yeah
Our beef was past time 'cause, when you read my stat line it says
Lil Cyko got fouled out, and we haven't even reached halftime, so
I'm about to capsize this fake fuck and just let 'em burst 'cause
He had the pathetic nerve to come at me with them petty words, but
I wish I said it first 'cause, Backstab was a threat
But your gonna feel my pain, need'a medic nurse
I'm a end you, and I bet it hurts like
Oh shit, oh shit
Got you mother fuckers thinkin' I know shit
Like woah, shit
Look at him, he's got so much devotion
Like oh shit
Creativity as big as the ocean
Like woah, shit
When you hear the new flow you like oh shit
Like no shit
I didn't even know he was this dope, shit
Like woah, shit
This mother fucker must really be chosen
Like God I know, shit
Doing it all without any emotion, he's closed in
And I'm like oh shit