Overseer (Omen) Lyrics – Juice WRLD

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Oh
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Feel like The Omen
My eyes are rolling
Stuck in the moment
Protection on me
Ain't talking Trojan
Pulling up, blowing
Walking 'round London
A 100K pound on my clothing
I'm running the town and they know it
Smoking 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 b!tch shot her down, yee-haw
Up and downs on the percs like a see-saw
I'm the wave, these n!ggas get mad
That they stuck in my wave
So I'm calling it see-saw
I don't f**k with no parties
But I turn my room to a rave
Molly what we on
I don't bother to learn
None of these n!ggas names
'cause to me they all peons
I know one when I see one
Sh!t, I would hate to be one
It's funny how n!ggas be hiding 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 roaring like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money
I bury it, life just got a little scarier, yeah
Aim for the neck like a Terrier
Yeah, on a stack, Ben Franklin
Bury her (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, sh!tting on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a b!tch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
If you f**k with the team
We gone shoot like LeBron
The original 23 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 sweating like I'm climbing up a hill
My drip getting wetter so her pu**y getting wetter
'Til my d!ck feel better in that b!tch like an eel

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