I Got It

Drop Dead everything, ten black nails
Bitch, it's OmenXI I I
I write and they feel it like braille
See my life wasn't shit
Now it still ain't shit
Just a little bit of currency
Sitting up in the pic
Flex a young mistress while you
Stress about a bitch
I ain't never had that problem in my life
Don't make me sick
I won't ever need a girl
That don't expect any respect
I don't fuck around with hoes that
Fuck around with everyone else
None of these rappers saying shit
None of these trappers saying shit
Grab another wrap and twist the stick
Smoking on Backwoods with the 'Fit's
See my whole life changed since
I made my own choice
Wouldn't have it any other way
Listen to my own voice
Smoking on herbs, and I'm sipping on poison
Whatever's in the blunt got me stuck
It too noisy
I cannot hear ya, I cannot feel ya
OmenXI I I, King Of Demons
Do it for the children
Fuck a damn job, I get Soundcloud checks
You a broke a boy? Check
You a joke a boy? Check
Where the Henny at? Check
Where the Woods at? Check
Under that bed you better check
Boogeyman creeping with no TEC
Got that blade, got that blade
Got that motherfucking blade
Money come and go but the feelings 'bout
It tend to always stay the same
I don't give a fuck about it
You offer me any sum
But I'd off myself before ever running
Off with any of your funds

OmenXI I I, that's on me
OmenXI I I, that's on me
OmenXI I I, that's on me
OmenXI I I, that's on me
OmenXI I I, that's on me
OmenXI I I, that's on me
OmenXI I I, that's on me
OmenXI I I, that's on me