OG Lyrics

You gotta be kidding me

A midget done tried to belittle me

Be little and dissin the bigger G

I'm in the streets you just be visiting

I'm talkin black air force energy

A friend a be close as your enemy

I'm watching my foes

And ones I love most

Be bros with a goofy makes silly me

Busy bee

Got a honey wit pigeon feet

Catching steam from the money

She spread her wings

The signs you be telling me

Make me think I'm the one that's not registering

But it's blood

I gave em dab while they plug was a shrug

They did the math and you ain't adding up

Reign that I have you ain't safe from the flood

Niggas a dud

Put put

You can catch the stick just because

Paranoia got me looking different at the blunt

But but

Nigga rolled the spliff and rose above

Tryna chase the ceiling and the feeling that I want

Niggas get the killing for little saint Laurent

Yup

That's facts for flaunt you can't front

Molasses slow it changed us

Relaxing still we chained up

Living off a bottle and the OG

Baby want gabana and the dolce

I can rock no Prada if I'm on E

Hustle for tomorrow

Is the motto that follow

If you can't stay and be solid

Get up off me

I got hopes dreams

I get no sleep

It's a motion in the margin

That controls me

Gotta hustle for tomorrow

That's the motto that I follow

Money coming in

Want the back end

And the front end

Talkin big steps baby

No timbs

Point blank mean we put it on the brim

Baby butter bean

Told her put it on my lip

Find me in between

Getting to it and the grip

We making a scene

And they tryna funnel in

If they ain't promoters

Gotta mark em off the list

Nike or Reebok

Way I'm running the block

Niggas ain't really been solid

Try and pay homage

Tell em kick rocks

Kickin this shit so perfect

baby be saying he sturdy

Things go smooth, when the rough neck move

Guarantee you go find em in knots

Forgot

Who made pop

Shit on lock

Like Pandora's box

Fuck wit my mucus

My slime, my snot

You can get a spot

A crew neck top

No cool

It can come straight out the pot

Old school

With the pen and paper like stop

Nigga time coming I can hear the door knock

Cause a nigga time running I'm losing the tictock

Living off a bottle and the OG

Baby want gabana and the dolce

I can rock no Prada if I'm on E

Hustle for tomorrow

Is the motto that follow

If you can't stay and be solid

Get up off me

I got hopes dreams

I get no sleep

It's a motion in the margin

That controls me

Gotta hustle for tomorrow

That's the motto that I follow