Lyrics:
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
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
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
on this
Sonnet seen is the first time of his
Odyssey the toxic bullshit gotten to him
This garden tool I'm not done moving
Sorry stupid I'm cocked
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
the way to solve it
From the garden state where snakes they wait all day to get you off
Can't relate to fakes I separate I watch my ways on God
All this
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the savages creep at night
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, you gotta keep your pistol tight
Tigers in the cut
and bloody
Cause according to this rap game
Timmy Little's running it
A savage attack on some rappers causing some havoc and flack
As they grapple the fact
Really, I'm getting sick of it
Walk in the garden for the kick of it
That's a beautiful flower, I'm picking it
Bring it up to my face, get a whiff of it
Get
navigate the garden
Big party
Skirt skirt life's a movie home by 12:30
Skirt skirt life's a movie shawty
Comedy Steve Harvey get rowdy
Early in the morning
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
Brr, yuh
Haha, woah!
Yuh, hey
Let me hear you shout it bitch
I tell her Sam's Not Hot
Tell her Sam's Not Hot
She said 'Babe, you are a savage'
I said
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
staring
Homie, I ain't finna get mad, tote a weapon rarely, I'm intrepid barely
One man with a true heart who's got emotions
Two legendary rap albums out
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Screaming out my windows
Begging up for help
All night I was just scared by those footsteps
On my doorbell, only I was there
Just seven more hours
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
the county, three years have already went by
They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify
Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
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