To My OGs Lyrics

Supposedly, I'm the next in line

I ain't one to try to rush so I said, "Take yo' time"

Every second of the moment, I'ma make it mine

She really pretty, yeah she litty, but I can't make her mine

Yeah, that's a tragedy, the rap game casualties

I know they mad at me, I eat the beat like Applebee's

They say they love me but I know they backstabbin' me

They say they supportin' me, I know they really trashin' me

Like would you really stick around if I told you all my pain?

Had to tell 'em not to hate the player, told 'em, "Hate the game"

Not a surgeon but I could pick your mind apart and take yo' brain

I heard you was switchin' sides, I told you to pick yo' part and take yo' lane

You can hate me if you want, you can turn me to a meme

Just know that I'm the coach and I might take ya off the team

I'll still be killin' y'all even when I'm six feet

I hit the fadeaway like LeBron when he passed Kareem, for the record

I been playin' Checkers, been gettin' better

I shoot like Stephen, it's uncontested

They don't expect it and I been gettin' reckless

You need a checklist 'cause boy it's gettin' deadly

Call me Raiden, bring the lightning and the thunder

These fire bars bring more heat than the summer

I put yo' sorry ass in the toilet, get a plunger

You talkin' Spotify stats, okay, okay, let's check the numbers

Okay, we run it back in 4K, yo' shawty wanted foreplay

I'm still settin' up tour dates, my talent I'ma showcase

Y'all need to get the fuck back from me, I need some more space

Young nigga tryna get like me but he was so late

Uh, couldn't catch the play, now he was fallin' back

I heard you caught a L, now what you callin' that?

And the thots be hittin' my line, but I ain't callin' back

You better bring your whole team, y'all better all attack

Hit you in yo' heart, oh my God, you had a heart attack

Heart attack, better believe that

Features are a choice that I make, I don't need that

If yo' verse is sorry, I'ma have to delete that

25 bullets, made him sing just like Keith Sweat

And she got that ass, oh my God, I'm gone sneak that

Heard he stay in apartments, okay, we gone creep there

Know this shit gone go crazy when this song release, well

Y'all better be ready, shit

I don't know what to say

Y'all better be ready then