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Juice Wrld - Overseer Omen Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, yeah

[Verse]
Feel like The Omen, my eyes are rollin', stuck in the moment
Protection on me, ain't talkin' Trojan, pullin' up, blowin'
Walkin' 'round London, a hundred K pound on my clothing
I'm runnin' the town, and they know it, smokin' on loud, and I'm zoning
Smoke out the pound, yee-haw, yo' ho and my ho down, yee-haw
Yo' girl tried to rob my mans, so my bitch shot her down, yee-haw
Up and downs on the percs like a see-saw
I'm the wave and these niggas get mad that they stuck in my wave, so I'm callin' it sea salt
I don't fuck with no parties but I turn my room to a rave, Molly what we on
I don't bother to learn none of these niggas names 'cause to me they all peons
I know one when I see one, shit, I would hate to be one
It's funny how niggas be hidin' in they blankets like it wasn't me they would sleep on
They alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah
I was, but I can't be broke, yeah, if I go broke, ship it from Rio, yeah
A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roarin' like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a lil' scarier, yeah
Aim for the neck like a Terrier, yeah, money stack, Ben Franklin, bury it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shittin' on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
I'm high as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
[Post-Chorus]
If you fuck with the team, we gon' shoot like LeBron, the original twenty-three Glock, Cavalier
Got a mask on my face with a beam on my side like I'm at Comic-Con with a Light Saber, yeah
Rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills
Pills got me sweatin' like I'm climbin' up a hill
My drip gettin' wetter so her pussy gettin' wetter
'Til my dick feel better in that bitch like an eel

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Uh-huh, blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shittin' on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
I'm high as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer