Oh My God chords by Sandpeople

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Verse 1
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G 
See, people get confused
and it makes us concerned
C 
They're confused that we might be concerned
with their ideas of what we should be doing
Am 
Or whether we  care about
what they say
G 
And that makes us concerned
C 
But we're gonna keep doing
what we've been doing
Crushing
Fucking seeing people,
G 
Am 
cunt I'm on that same dirty shit
that I've been for years
Making y simpletons live in fear
Wiping shinny chin chin from tears
I ain't insecure, I'm in the clear
You wanna diss, you disappear,
son I spit lava, it's witch doctor
Say, I ain't ever been caught up
In a game I can't win, you got it?
Nah, but you know that shit
I'm stayin' proactive,
not the skin product
I'm symbolic, a solid,
the rocker's jib brought to
The kids thought it was stigmata
when I skidz on em
Cheese is key,
but I can't live off of ricotta
I'm tryna make cheddar like Wisconsin
But we're still havin' fun actin' up
It feels good to be relaxed
and fuckin' these yappers up
We pressin' on till we see
the white flags come up
And stay on top of the
Northwest like Canada
Oh my God
Such sick phrases, it's insane
that there's even any dictation
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, our presence is felt,
I'll admit it, I even said it myself, I'm like
Oh my God
Hallelujah, yeah, feel the spirit, it's all
It's about how it moves ya
Oh, oh, oh
Don't send them letters to me
Like I won't read them, cause please
We've been told plenty of times
All we reppin' is trees
This the Northwest,
what we gon' rep then
That I -5 stretch from NorCal's
Our best friend
Shit, I'm a veteran at this
You produce estrogen,
we producin' records
That hit now
We the next to put this town on the map
Boy, y 'all are busy flappin' your lips
These bitches act like Mortal Kombat
But scrap like they in catfights
with Laurence Conrad
And this is on that same tip
Cuz people talkin' real loud
typically ain't sayin'
G 
Am 
Sh hh, yeah, we catered a bit
Smokin' ain't drink or fit
G 
Put my face in some tits
Am 
And wait for haters to get stage fright
Cuz shit it ain't like we give a fuck
What gets said, just spell our name right
We doin' big things,
with a disdain for these shit stains
When they thought we was finished,
we're steppin' up every part
C 
Am 
of our business, they like
But of course with accomplishments,
your letters to the editor,
of course they're anonymous
I looks more like a Jeffro
in an OG derail with Tefro,
that don't mean I can rip the West Coast, shit
I'm as far as left goes,
as far as the left goes
I'm putting O's in front of decimals
Plays, yeah we nest those A's
Till we show that shit off like an exposé
They be like, okay, when the DJ drop that
The flow ridiculous as T
-Pain's top hat
Biscotch in a beer,
believe the thoughts'll
drop in your ear
Nothing's impossible, velocido,
that's the obstacle here
This is not a career,
this is life audibly clear
Quality share, yeah,
we at the top of the tier
Sam people, Stan people,
let em gossip this year
Like bitches, which is funny
cause they probably quit
Y 'all faggot rappers
need to model brassieres
and Prada purses
It's not a disperse of verses
to get it poppin' in here
Oh my gosh
Oh god
Oh my, oh my, oh my god
Oh my, oh my, oh my god
Oh oh oh
Oh my god
Oh my, oh my, oh my god
Oh my, oh my, oh my god
Oh my gosh
Oh my god
Oh my, oh my, oh my god
Oh my, oh my, oh my god
Oh, oh, oh