Lyrics:
I'm really gonna do it this time
I think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line (yeah, uh)
Now I ain't
a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
brothers
Easy, David, Marc, Corey, Daniel, Bizzy
Thanks for holding it the fuck down i owe
You a fucking ton y'all have a
Crazy amazing soul i wouldn't have
, she mop it (mop it)
She lick it, she top it
The bitches, they swappin' (swappin')
Don't try me, it's by me (by me)
Feel me, it's on me (on me,
mixtape plans because they seein' how we movin'
And all they say is this
But they ain't sayin' shit
They talk reckless when I do not work for them
They
stay, you gotta make her earn it
And if she do the money, we can burn it in the furnace
I ain't trippin', you heard? It's all her shit
But a thirsty
right
The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night
My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig
The same clubs and restaurants that kept me well
There's a '19 Silverado with a dash cam
Up on Craig's List if you need it, 'cause I don't
There's a 55 inch Samsung by my trash can
You can come by
way, living day by day
Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs
Five-O with them K-9's
Manhunt when it's game time
They was robbing the ice
a wise one taught me how to move different
Do your dirty by your lonely so no one knows your business
Stay out the way and never accept a hand out
If it
gettin no higher? (Gettin' no higher)
I know you think that you've got it all (I know you think that you've got it all)
And by making other people feel
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
still couldn't hold me
I got the rock stone from David's slingshot
Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got?
Watch for the cops, third eye like
to
Somewhere someone's doing everything I've said
I don't have to do anything, I could do it in my head
If I had mind to
Sail away and be Jacques Cousteau,
into the speaker
Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher
It's not about a salary it's all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings
on the Greyhound
With that stuff between her legs (bus departing now)
Out of [?] we moving reefer by the pound
While you boofanickoregs (struggling)
I do nothing
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
from the ground (now)
Here we are, money on my mind
How much do it cost to keep it real with ya?
Here we are, place most never find
How much do it
David loved his wife he found it easy to do, all the love saved for children he spent on Sarah too
She would cry for the babies who never made it
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Sometimes it's hard
To wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons I don't
Wanna hear them anymore got me heartbroken
Find so many babies screamin'
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