O.C.V Lyrics

You smoke weed and bitch I take drugs, Not pressed on the time that I'll never make

up. Life goes by on the train I ride,

And I'll sip the same cup till the day I die. I need principle, I need faith

I need cigarettes, I need pace, Ridin' in the back make it all seem real,

windows rolled up in the old Coop-Ville. See the shoes are fittin' different now,

Course I left a little crease at the seams But the box is steady shrinkin' down.

Only smoke the best weed in the state, Nineteen turnin' twenty, only fiends can

relate. I'm a million dollar fit in a goodwill closet,

Every team say they got a full roster, Role toxins with homies from the base,

I'ma drop another ball and that shit fallin' out my pockets.

All red in the face like I was burnt in the sun,

Pissed off little teens leave the rats on the rug,

It all started with a dream and a couple of ones,

I'll be Marty McFly, I'm leavin' Doc in his scrubs.

Cause that shit was all created by me and yours truly,

A couple mouths are worthy to feed, the rest ruthless.

See life is but a dream and don't get caught in the rut,

He told me be yourself and to not give a fuck.

You smoke weed and bitch, I take drugs Not pressed on the time that I'll never make up.

Life goes by on the train I ride And I'll sip the same cup till the day I die. I need principle, I need faith, I need cigarettes, I need pace

Ridin' in the back, make it all seem real, Windows rolled up in the old Coop -Ville

Chud, I'm speakin' off the top to you with honesty

The industry I'm livin' in, we're killin', it's a lottery

If I get the first pick, I ain't tradin' like it's Charlotte

This a dynasty, I'm agin' in this bitch like I'm a winery.

We in a theater full of dreamers and some haters

Non-believers who been schemin' up a plan

We all got our own reasons, but the phone is steady ringin

Like I'm sellin' off a Cleveland, when I'm pickin' up and runnin

Fuck respectin' people's privacy.

It's hard to think back, we were this close to has-been

This close to Fillmore, this close to tapping,

We always burnin' trees out in Pittsburgh

What's happenin' , and with B up on the beat

I'ma hit the shot like Paxton

We used to jump hoops, now we only doin' double dutch,

Makin' hits with no credit, I'm anonymous.

It's me and my vision, and I'm a one-man squadron

Had to call up Wanda, tell the bitch to get up off

I'm on one, it's obvious, I'm barely stayin' conscious

You smoke weed and bitch, I take drugs

Not pressed on the time that I'll never make up

Life goes by on the train I ride

And I'll sip the same cup till the day I die

I need principle, I need faith

I need cigarettes, I need pace

Ridin' in the back, make it all seem real

Windows rolled up in the old Coop-Ville