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OMW

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OMW was released on April 10, 2026 by Perception Records as a part of the album OMW - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Gordo Flea

Rap

Jay.Greens

Guitar

Ian Gilley

Keyboards

Halle Tomlinson

Halle Tomlinson

Vocals

Nick Kennerly

Violin

Eric Benny Bloom

Eric Benny Bloom

Trumpet

Drew Sayers

Saxophone

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Frederick Sepulveda

Frederick Sepulveda

Songwriter

Jake Leventhal

Songwriter

Ian Gilley

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jay.Greens

Producer

Joshua Fairman

Engineer

Nick Townsend

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I grew up Biggies, Pelles, Nautica sweats

Foams, Timbs, LeBrons

Keeping all of them fresh

I wear a weapon nowadays

You don't want to forget

It's either money or violence

Cause that's all they respect

And when I wanted fly shit

Moms couldn't assist

Had to catch a couple ****

And just book them for shit

And if the sour not around

Then I was looking for piff

To fuck around and spend my weekend

In the bookings for clips

Got some money in the street

With some respectable peers

How I made champagne?

Mixed the sweat and the tears

You mix beef with the bread

Probably end up with years

You try shitting where you sleep

**** end your career

I ain't stepping with fear

I just step into gear

This God flow

But the devil trying to get in my ear

New York to the core

Born and raised

But fuck a train ****

I ain't take the metro in years

I trap hard

I'll be on my way

If you hit my line to make a play then

I'll be on my way

It's the same old shit

Just different days man

I'll be on my way

If you hit my line to make a play then

I'll be on my way

It's the same old shit

Just different days man

Heard the bull got lined up

And got his chain snatched

He going to have to go and

Perform to get his name back ASAP

**** clowning don't entertain that

He going to eat his food or

Lay him down like a place mat

I'm from the city that's the

Heart of this street shit

Them **** who grew up with you

You probably beef with

Nobody heard nothing or

Happened to see shit

The same big apple that

Adam and Eve bit, believe this

We ain't on no pushing the peace shit

Never gave a fuck enough

To trust and believe shit

How the fuck these **** smoking

And they probably ain't eat shit

Go and get yourself a plug

With a product that's decent, I peep shit

Everything's high tier now

Get a little bread

Got the vibes weird now

I ain't got a buddy pass

But I'm fly year round

He got paper that he owe

Told him I'm here now

I'm outside

I'll be on my way

I'll be on my way

I'll be on my way

I'll be on my way

If you hit my line to make a play then

It's the same old shit

Just different days man

If you hit my line to make a play then

It's the same old shit

Just different days man

Written by: Frederick Sepulveda, Ian Gilley, Jake Leventhal

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