Modern Day OJ
Rob Tha God
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Whipping round a foreign I ain't talking Toyota Racing round your block like I'm at the Daytona What the f*ck you need? What the f*ck do you want? Better come correct I ain't handing out fronts Pockets stay fat, but I'm always on the run Handing out 8balls like a piece of gum Bitch I am Tha God, I was raised by the streets What you say you want? A mother fuckin half piece? I don't sell drugs no more mother fucker Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer Realest mother fucker, ever make it out the gutter I'm a rapper (Rapper) Used to be a trapper (Trapper) Don't sell drugs now I'm on a new chapter (Chapter) On a new page Get the f*ck up out my way (Way) Bout to run the game Like a modern day OJ I be seeing tails when I'm whipping round my car They ain't gon catch me, they ain't got shit on Tha God If I catch a case, you know I'ma beat the charge Get me a Shapiro and a Johnnie Cochran They gon turn that shit to shambles, get my ass acquitted Ain't nothing but hearsay, you ain't even got no witness Tryna lock my ass away, cause I'm nice with the business I hang it up baby, this is if I did it I don't sell drugs no more mother fucker Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer Realest mother fucker, ever make it out the gutter I'm a rapper (Rapper) Used to be a trapper (Trapper) Don't sell drugs now I'm on a new chapter (Chapter) On a new page Get the f*ck up out my way (Way) Bout to run the game Like a modern day OJ Bout to run the game, only playing for the bills God nice with the flow, yeah, I'm bout to make a killing I don't sell drugs I'm no longer in the field Pockets on meek, bitch I'm tryna make a Mill Hardest mother fucker and I still rep my section Still tucking Nina for my own protection Either hand with do it, bitch I'm ambidextrous God ain't in the field, he still got the connections I don't sell drugs no more mother fucker Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer Realest mother fucker, ever make it out the gutter I'm a rapper (Rapper) Used to be a trapper (Trapper) Don't sell drugs now I'm on a new chapter (Chapter) On a new page Get the f*ck up out my way (Way) Bout to run the game Like a modern day OJ
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