Orion’s Belt lyrics

[Chorus]
You ain't never heard of sh*t like this, 'cause you ain't never heard my style
You ain't never heard a real OG, 'cause this sh*t gon' play you out
Yeah, yeah, I'm in New York at the spot
I'm in LA with them watts
I'm in LA with the Percs, ya dig?
I don't even know what I got
(D-D-DAMMNTC, y-y-you made this?)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, what's the deal with this sh*t? Should go platinum (Yeah, yeah)
What's the deal with this sh*t? You gon' stay with them (Hey, hey)
What's the deal with that sh*t? Just go grab some (Hey, hey)
What's the deal with that sh*t? It gon' matter somе
Came in this b*tch with a blick on my side, this sh*t is a magnum
I f*ck this b*tch but I don't want no kids, so I use mе a Magnum
Hang on each other for real, they always lying
"Yeat, why you poppin' these pills?" Boy, I might die (Ooh, ooh)
You don't know how I feel, you ain't seen what I did, you ain't did what I did
It's a reason that I'm in this spot and you ain't on nothing, lil' b*tch
Yeah, I told my brother, "Just pass me the Glock, I'ma call it like this"
I might just rock like this
I might just start like this
Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart might stop like this (On twizz)
You ain't never did no pills, you ain't did no drugs, you don't know what it feel like this
Is you real, like, b*tch, is you real like that?
It's a real life problem, better get that bread, better figure that out
[Chorus]
You ain't never heard of sh*t like this, 'cause you ain't never heard my style
You ain't never heard of real OG, 'cause this sh*t gon' pack you out
Yeah, yeah, I'm in New York at the spot
I'm in L.A with them rocks
I'm in L.A with the Percs, ya dig?
I don't even know what I got

[Bridge]
I don't even know what the f*ck that I did, but this on money on me, it won't stop
I didn't even order a tutor, for real, but this b*tch give me brain, she won't stop
My twizzy, my gang, all my Buddha for real, my dawgs, they never gon' talk
I heard your lil' ass with the cops
I heard that you wanna get robbed
I heard that you still work a job
I got so many damn kids in that music sh*t, guess that I made myself wrong
I really put all of my pain in the music, for real, this sh*t too raw
Know that they scared of the talent I got, 'cause the chains on me set wrong
All of my real fans know that this sh*t too goated, this sh*t too strong

[Outro]
I wanna live on my own
I wanna get me a home
Don't really know what I'm on, I might be in the wrong
Know that you scared for real, but you gotta know that I'm grown
Getting the money, for real, can't you see why I been on my own?
Trust me, I know how you feel, so mama, I ain't coming home