Og

Damn,
That mothafuckah beatin..
Yeah...
Yeah...
Fuck dem haterz...
See dem hoez,
In my rear view...
Clear view...
Fuck you!
All that shit...
An all of thee above...

I break bread, wit tha best
No concern, for tha rest
Opposition, from competition
Aimin, head shots, not, at tha chest
Anti social, an shit,
Boss nigga, ya digg
I'm bout that bread, when I walk in
I'm ready 2 get, down 2 tha biz
On a hunn'ed, charged up
Got dem choppaz, movers an shakers
Imma taker,
From a clique, of motivated, money makers
Got game, flowin thru me,
Never scared, or intimidated
Self made, hella hated
Self paid, ain't no fakin
Been thru trials and tribulations
But I stand strong, on faith
I ain't worried bout what they doin
Or tha movez, that they make
I've gained, a nigga lost,
Ain't no quitter, imma G
Ain't about da dog, "in tha fight"
It's bout tha fight, in tha dog, ya see

OG, an a vet
Imma slave, 2 my trade,
Ain't never sold, my soul
For tha money that I made
Not obsessed, wit my craft,
Being famous, is not my goal
Too many devils, on my back
Wit they hands out 4 control
OG, an a vet
Imma slave, 2 my trade,
Ain't never sold, my soul
For tha money that I made
Not obsessed, wit my craft,
Being famous, is not my goal
Too many devils, on my back
Wit they hands out 4 control

Ashy knucklez, dirty nails
Same clothes, 4 days
Vamp lyfe, fuck tha world
Bish, im out'chere, fa my pay,
Inspired an motivated
Ain't goin back, 2 bein broke
Yea deep, shittin on niggaz
My toilet bowl, ain't no joke
I'm bout my business....
Straight up an down, like 6 o'clock
On tha clock, around tha clock
Boomin hard, bitch im outchere on tha fuckin block
Can't tell u, I can teach u
It's a cost, 2 be tha boss
Err day scramble, 4 tha gamble
Be prepared, 2 take a loss
Day by day 2 see tha day
That's a blessing in itself
Business over bullshit
Middle fingaz 2 tha rest
Fuck the stress
Always prepared,
When they come thru gunnin
Laughin while dey blastin,
Standing my ground an'
Never runnin

OG, an a vet
Imma slave, 2 my trade,
Ain't never sold, my soul
For tha money that I made
Not obsessed, wit my craft,
Being famous, is not my goal
Too many devils, on my back
Wit they hands out 4 control
OG, an a vet
Imma slave, 2 my trade,
Ain't never sold, my soul
For tha money that I made
Not obsessed, wit my craft,
Being famous, is not my goal
Too many devils, on my back
Wit they hands out 4 control