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letra de my name is o.d. - od yung

intro:

mays on the beat?

ight

y-u-n-g

verse 1: listen up, sniff it up, pop or puff it
now i’m in control like a hand up a puppet
panoramic lyrics they hear it from west to east coasts
the flow od bro, the name od ho
i’m different from the norm
and you can tell from every single show i perform
i’m like a pain k!ller for fans who wanna hear whats realer
not just chinchilla or n-ggas lives as a drug dealer
not talking down on ya hustle do ya thang dawg
but most n-ggas ain’t hood made but raised dawg
i’ve never slanged but talk slang the same dawg
i’m just try ta make yu addicted to my name dawg
hear my tracks like a train a comin’
criticize, are they cool or hot like dry ice, sonny?
see buddy? i’m 16 with dreams to be a rich king and change lives buddy
asap, but it’s hard like a rock, i’m tryna be on top
i’m being told i resemble my pops
so automatically i know success is in my grasp
that winning is my task, i refuse to not p-ss
i refuse to b-last, but i still need ta blow up
i should b a center man cause every day i post up
song after song, info after another
hoping that i’ll be noticed like a penguin undercover
think about it….
and when ya done play this track while you sleep so you can dream about it
but you already do just too proud to admit it
so act ya age homie stop pretendin’
enjoy while you listen, bang it in ya kitchen
shout like it’s your new religion, why wait for permission?
i wanna be the drug that the world loves
i hope this what you wanna b apart of

chorus: so you can o.d
(4x)

bridge: i want the love it’s like a drug i gotta have it
feel it changing my emotions to change the world
(2x)

verse 2: aspirations, salvation
you ain’t down? salutations
i have relations, with caucasians, jamaicans, australians, never discriminatin’
pour a jar full of real in pot, scoop some “g” in the spot, then watch me start to rock
i’m murking and murdering every piece of you flops, then i proceed to the top, at the moment that the needle drops
cyclone on the microphone, rollin’ up like i can never leave my bike alone
make her scream in different tones like a xylophone, cause i’m the sh-t, no diaper on
imma make every dream my reality
turn a bunch of o’z from some weed to my salary
then in time i’ll have the worlds eyes red
face pale, smile on, so glad they ain’t dead after they od’d

(chorus)

- od yung

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