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Does it even make sense 
What's the point to keep on going everybody's dazed and
Mesmerized by a false pretense with the truth of never knowing just

thang like it's Roll Bounce
Skating in that thang like it's Roll Bounce
Made By OGs cracking like I deal an ounce
I want it all baby girl don't be holding

C
Wait no let me keep it specific
Let me play this shit
While I get my spliff lit
Wait I can't tell you how
Terrific this home grown O.G is
That I

sending out some
Info
Why I should be phased
By any thing that they
Say
They been showed they hand it's like it's cards they been
Playing
So respectfully
I

on a Sunday
I'm so fly moonwalking down the runway
Seen this O.G., told me sky was the limit
That's cuz he lived in a world where ya girl wasn't in it
Reaching

(Woo)
Two Cali bitches sittin' in the back
Call them my City Girls (Uh)
OG plug in the hood, but he turned to a rat
(Hah) lost all his respect in the hood

higher to the sky
boy to the Say
bad seaway
yeah yeah yeah today way
OG two tone creen show mafia bloods
shutdown by boy

red roses cry my baby
am

the killing
Skrtskrt
When behind the wheel I'm a expert
Always in the lab like my OG name was Dexter
Knew that she was fast so I did not try to catch her
Still

Made By OGs got it tatted on me
I woulda fucked her friend if she ain't ratted on me
Like a MasterCard I just charged it homie
Cause real ps bounce back

You and me girl you know the v's (Come put your body in motion)
With me's where you wanna be (Come put your body in motion)

Og got ya smoking od now

торгуешь своим телом как наркотик я подсел бы на него но я боюсь fake body

Ок
Как дела, да мне похуй я спросил из уважения вежливость плохо

Я как OG

Жизнь наполнили кики
Чувства оставят улики
Я как в 90-x стволом решаю вопросы (аар)
Чаппа в моем кармане, дым заполнил всех og 
Биты это искусство , они дали мне спросы

that
I fell in love with the grind
I tell em trust in the time
Eliminate doubt from ya mind
Look back and be proud of the climb
Stand out in a crowd by

hell of gold on me like TrinidadJames
Right now I could be a bum, but nah I'm balling all day
If you know me by sauce mane
You a OG you my gang
I'm not

Frieza how I'm plotting on them niggas
They gone die by my hand
Everybody wanna know if I'm on their side
Nigga it all depends

They don't understand
What

like everyday
I'm like Stephen Curry hitting fadeaways
From 30 plus with a hand in my face
I'm unfazed by the D I just play my game
Y'all can't contain

ain't gon lose
You a bad gyal you don't play by the rules
Between you and her I don't really wanna choose
Tell me what you wanna do
You can come through

Akhis, OGs, wise-guys, homiez
M.E.N. where my broskis?
I said M.E.N. where my broskis?

Yeah I’m still here trying get in
Never really left I am blessed

yeah speaking about the few
I'm the bad killer
The OG Slayer
I'm the Godzilla
Viral as king kong
Like a kylie Jenner
It's not easy
My life not easy
Me

don't wanna see me in a fist fight
Double up the jab then its followed by a big right
Middle of the day all a nigga see is midnight
Oh yo girl yea she

skjer vi hva som skjer
For du får meg på gli Place Your Bets for me

Ja PYB bitch
For vi størst og best
Alltid nummer 1 på fest
PYB alle synger med for

father I’d be content with that if it’s somethin’ that I accomplish, child without a dad is an epidemic to conquer, inspired by Ed O.G. when I wrote this,

As we proceed
To reach for the proceeds
I feel as an OG
Speak what they dont teach
Niggas be outta touch
So they songs dont reach
SOB
Blessed beyond

Mmm-mmm mmm-mmm (Mmm, mmm)

I got a bad bitch like Rihanna
To suck me up in the summer
Presidential OG, my kush smell like Obama
(Obama)
Trippin' off