Текст пісні Oh My God - Jay-Z

Oh My God

You are tuned in to the greatest, Young H O V Let’s go get 'em again, Just, oh my God, c’mon\nPops sped off, left Mom with a bundle of Joy, your boy smacked dab in the jungle\nTook tunnel vision but he would soon become a mogul\nBut first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo\nDon’t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood\nFirst niggas hatin' on me, it’s all good\nI’m buyin' things like my shit don’t stink\nGucci links in Gucci goose’s\nWatchin' too many movies, bulletproof this\nHad some nerve, like pullin' tooth’ses\nWhen you’re 16, comin' through roofless\nYeah, your boy 'Ruthless' like Ice Cube was\nTurn the whole city on, I’m the new blood\nSo if this is your first time hearin' this\nYou’re about to experience someone so cold\nA journey seldom seen, the American Dream\nFrom the bottom to the top of the globe, they call me Hov\nThey gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall\nYou know my story, I’ve been through it all\nNights I’ve felt like dyin', but I ain’t cryin'\nWhat didn’t kill me, made me strong as iron\nIron, iron, oh my God, Hov\nNow I’m knee deep in the concrete\nLike the street’s made of quicksand, it’s beyond deep\nI got a Chemical Romance, two left feet\nSo now I dance with the Devil, please G O D Save me from the 'Black Parade', release me My life like Grant Theft Auto, PSP\nI’m in that Volvo, puffin' on that la-la\nDuckin' from the po-po, every time I drive by Say hi to the bad guy, all my momma friends was like\n«Mmm, mmm, mmm, would you just look at him»\nSo sorry dear Momma for your embarrassment\nBut give me a couple years and pray I’ll never sin again\nGot all these rival dealers tryin' to do me in And all these little rappers don’t know\nHow prepared for them I am, I am\nI’m feelin' like the world’s against me, Lord\nCall me crazy, but strangely, I love the odds\nThey gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall\nYou know my story, I’ve been through it all\nNights I’ve felt like dyin', but I ain’t cryin'\nWhat didn’t kill me, made me strong as iron\nIron, iron, oh my God, Hov\nNow these baby ballers, toy rappers\nCallin' out my name to bring the boy backwards\nShootin' air balls at the basket\nWhat you call money, I pay more in taxes\nI got crowned king down in Africa\nOut in Niger, do you have any idea?\nSold out shows out in Seoul, Korea\nJo’burg, Dublin, Tanzania\nLunch with Mandela, dinner with Cavalli\nStill got time to give water out to everybody\nEverybody, fall back\nY’all rappin', I’m re-enactin'\nCNN, you see, it’s accurate\nESPN, see me in action\nMonday Nights, when the half ends\nWhen you 10 years in, holla back then\nThey gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall\nYou know my story, I’ve been through it all\nNights I’ve felt like dyin', but I ain’t cryin'\nWhat didn’t kill me, made me strong as iron\nIron, iron, oh my God, Hov\nGood Lord, good Lord, good Lord\nGood Lord, I said I feel like I’m dyin'