Marion Write - Oh Lord lyrics

[Verse 1: Marion Write] Momma told me leave it all behind Keep your eyes on the road and leave your focus on the ride She tell a young'n all the time But I'm a rebel, I don't listen, I'm a motherf**in' slime Fine b**hes in my DM But I don't really read 'em I just tell 'em carpe diem Keep it pushing in ya' BM I ain't thirsty for a f** But if ya' mind straight I might let you get a front Money on my mind like I got it all the time Sometimes you gotta move like a target on your spine JFK, they'll leave you slumped in a convertible Your followers will follow you and plot a scheme to murder you Assa**inate your character, test you at your will They'll imitate your moves, tell you great artists steal Basquiat, Banksy, Dali with the paintbrush But I don't care much I got knowledge that they can't touch Seamless in life, I get it with no effort Mastermind Mooch, the Noriega of the desert Gambino of the west, new asiatic terror Haters still respect me, can't say it no clearer Oh, lord! [Chorus: Marion Write] On my own wave now Nothin' left to break down Put it all in God's hands All U can do is pray now All U do is pray now Oh lord tell em oh lord (uh-oh) Oh lord tell em oh lord (uh-oh) Oh lord tell em oh lord (uh-oh) Your witnessing the second coming You got none' to show for Oh Lord Verse 2: Oh lord tell em oh lord Seats down in Gucci Row running like it's full court Pressin' all these b**hes thirst trappin' thru the phone lord Help her she don't really know, she don't really know f** it you know that I'm headed straight up to the top floor Leaving all my demons toasting drinks up in the concourse Clutch with the gas, game over, breaking bread lord Jordan over Ehlo, like I'm breaking in my bred 4's, oh lord Competition is meek, the weak will never prosper Crabs in a bucket with desires of a lobster Unoriginal thieves asking for due and proper Before you can be king, you might lose a father Mufasa, paid dues for young Simba Ghetto child, like Chad Muska and malt liquor Sardines for dinner, born sinner Two commas, six zeros, 'til The Family all richer Oh lord! [Snippet: Mean Streets] You don't make up for your sins in church You do it in the streets [Chorus: Marion Write] On my own wave now Nothin' left to break down Put it all in God's hands All U can do is pray now All U do is pray now Oh lord tell em oh lord (uh-oh) Oh lord tell em oh lord (uh-oh) Oh lord tell em oh lord (uh-oh) Your witnessing the second coming You got none' to show for Oh Lord [Outro]