Young OG lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Produced by Mark Henry]

[Intro]
n*gga, don't tell me what n*ggas say about me
Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you...

[Verse]
The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
It's levels to this sh*t, it's different categories (yea)
Can't be like them n*ggas out here looking fat and gaudy
They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry
Talking 'bout, ”man that n*gga don't deserve that sh*t”
Like ”I was really in these streets, I used to serve that sh*t”
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that sh*t
Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that sh*t
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that sh*t
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that sh*t (ERR!)
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)
I love getting brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me c*m, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)
Only feelings caught is b*tch you been shoulda gave me some
I knew n*ggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)
Drink the whole f*cking juice and never saved me some (feel me)
I know how young n*ggas feel, I had to live through sh*t
See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you sh*t
I learned that n*ggas gon be n*ggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Getting to it, going through and getting through it
Running round killing sh*t and telling cops I didn't do it (Niicee)
That's why they call me ”Young OG”
And I'ma spit this dope sh*t until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chilling in my city but my lungs OT
And f*ck them n*ggas online, reply why?
Broke n*ggas talking cause it's free WiFi
[Outro: Excerpt from the movie "Baby Boy"]
I hear you; you know the problem with you lil n*ggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world, and you don't know sh*t
Well I see you got yourself a lil business goin'
Well that's good, that's good when you make that paper
But when you makin' paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter
There are two types of n*ggas in this world: there are n*ggas with guns and n*ggas with butter
Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate
That's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know sh*t that appreciates with value
What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullsh*t that don't mean sh*t after you buy it
That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!
Lil dumb motherf*ckers [echoes]
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