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letra de commencement - ogs (2)

(verse one – og mt)
some may say i’m fake
but i’m far from it
i grab a dutch light it up
then i change the subject
gonna grind until i make it, o hesitation
we ballin’ in this b-tch hype me up, no debating
finally summer vacation
time to do some thinking
got the drank i’m sippin’
hit the weed we lifted
see the feds we dippin
draining shots like pippen
summer is for living
my lyrics were not given
had to grind to get them written
call the plug he shippin
k!lling beats like prison
dodgin’ hoes like miss em
f-ck snakes i’ma diss em
rectangle like prism
you always play the victim
loud in my system
bars ya i spit em
strains ya we mix em
peace sign with the finger
putting words in rhythm
switching up the system
word

(verse two – og fisherman)
rapping from the bas-m-nt like i was little bobby
young sinatra reincarnated, i’m talking ’bout everybody
that line wasn’t that wild but it is deeper than money
i been under pressure but on the outside i seem care free
5am in the morning all these bars come to my head
set myself in the spotlight, even if it gives a little dread
young broke and infamous now that’s not my life story
call me tiger woods cause i be nailing a shot to a tee
this road has been a little rocky like my name was a$ap
on my houston old head, hit me up i’ll hit you back
going back on track like i was a pair of braces
lyrically k!lling everybody but i be leaving no traces
going off like a gunshot i don’t plan on f-ckin’ stoppin’
call me little dynamite cause this flow’s h-lla poppin’
these bars will never stop until the og’s stack on top
this rap’ll get you high like you was smokin’ crack rock
my momma always told me i’ve been special since my f-ckin’ birth
try to be an inspiration like my name was kenny duckworth
d-mn i’m on fire i really man i gotta stop
perfecting this whole verse so i never become a flop
i’m out

- ogs 2

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