Lyrics:
And if you wanna be a G
King Tee is the player second baby
Because you Can't fade me
I'm the original
When I made Gs and brought the Mo'
Trunk tight making
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be f***in with you'se better off...dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
to school fool.
You're a fool.. Believe it, but you can relieve it.
Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody
dont know
Ill tell you something I do know
That self deprivation and depression don't mix no
Don't mix no
I walk this path alone but feeling like I'm
I'm all original
When you an aunthentic g
You ain' t invisible
Unfortunately it doesn't mean
That you invincible
So I keep iron within my palm
Reach
back, take me back
To where it all began
O God I'm feeling blue
I'm struggling to find my way to you
She's leading me by the hand
And by the tree
Here I
know the cost just to being a boss
Back in the day I was in the halls
Rocking Polo mix that shit with Lacoste (polo)
My belt designed by Gucci (gucci)
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
cake after
Flwrs. does my mix and masters
He chopping cabbage
I'm sick sinister rapper
Pabst and a shot, a papsmear
Adonis Chronic
Incase you been asleep
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
just leave me the fuck alone
And let me get my original glaze
Ill be on my way
Do you understand me
Or do I have to repeat myself
Punk
My Original Glaze
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
the DJ grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(Last night the DJ saved
depressing to be an adolescent
Got two degrees with no job still stressing
How you play the game by the book and still lose
How you got credentials but you
the party tonight
Party tonight
The girls dem whining and they looking so nice
Looking so nice
Red Bull and Henny and we mix it with ice
Mix it with ice
High
of the art
He's an original
Was.
I like the images
Some.
Come on
You had your moment
Now it's George's turn
It's George's turn?
I wasn't
the original, flow's sick
And anybody can get it, COVID
You fuckin' with that?
I done wrote shit that was so sharp
I could slit my own fucking throat with it
perspective but
It's you I never get enough
We're always far apart
We've got a vicious love
We mix our tears with blood
No clock will stop for us
It ticks by
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
them flicks on the fridge
Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met you
(OGK The Gang)
Fuck a slut, I'm in love with the cup
Pouring drink, give a fuck 'bout a butt
Don't you think that you're pouring too much?
Hell nah,
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