Calgary Osama Lyrics

In the city bumping, "You Changed" long live to Kuan

I think I gotta put it every song that she was dead wrong

Since they want to come to people's house broski staying armed

I feel like dame dash cause could've been an A&R

Hanging with them dread heads R.I.P to Santana

Yeah, I rep the hood I'm from get it on a bandana

Broski post with 38s he ain't from Louisiana

Off the court he Reggie but never been to Indiana

Bro said he got the case waxed

And the reason they acting savage cause they been taxed

I tried to stay off the drugs but I relapsed

Talking to bro just in person because the phone tapped

Wasn't moving hesitant, cause we been doing wild stuff for dead presidents

And If you know me since I'm young the hood my residence

And I seen people change up only for 50 cents

My bro like Funny Mike, he will make you laugh but still catch a body

And yeah the tool got a kick but I don't know karate

This Summer is gon be hot like I'm chilling with Scotty

Like Phoenix, Gods Son, Gazer like Solluminati

It's crazy you can be a millionaire off a shawarma

Whole life he watch his back cause he fear for the karma

Buddy, you ain't making money when you stay in the drama

We ain't scared to rock out like we was in Nirvana

I seen bro whip with celebrity SB with Madonna

Would be surprised in the city, got the Calgary Osama's

I rather pop on some perks before I smoke marijuana

Trying get tints on the whip-like I drive Obama

I seen bro running up some stacks coming back for program

I remember in the cell go to sparrow or yam

We had a code for the Dennys, we would get a grand slam

He had someone tell em to do it like he was Son of Sam

Yeah, we live that life N.B.A they Nothing But them Actors

Hood all surprise, I came back before I was a pastor

Two steps ahead of the cops, We throw away the tracker

I was fighting since I was 6 you would I'm a raptor

I was wearing glasses like Urkel you know the family matters

TLC, we had to Creep like Tables Chairs Ladders

Lil Bro he hop out and made em all scatter

Dish out all of the beef and put it on a platter

In the city bumping, "You Changed" long live to Kuan

I think I gotta put it every song that she was dead wrong

Since they want to come to people's house broski staying armed

I feel like dame dash cause could've been an A&R

Hanging with them dread heads R.I.P to Santana

Yeah, I rep the hood I'm from get it on a bandana

Broski post with 38s he ain't from Louisiana

Off the court he Reggie but never been to Indiana