O.G. (feat. Dave B.)

I got a zig zag wrap from my OG

10:45 AM I’m still asleep

You tryna say you been around me

But I don’t think you know me lately

I’m smoking on this zaza by the beach

I’m playing 5 on 5 least twice a week

I ain’t tryna make a promise I can’t keep

But I been tryna cope

I’m getting weak

Send me to the stars

Think I need a

Hmm

But I don’t like to move

I been tryna keep it smooth

Don’t come as you are

Leaving me in the dark

Elephant in my room

Got a camera that go zoom zoom

Too much money in my pocket

Had to put it in my mattress

Bedroom way too crowded

Get your head up out it

Get the meds up out you

Get the mother fuckin dead up out you

How you think I’m doing?

Brand new outfit ruined

Think I gotta take it off

Little bread had to break you off off off

Too much time on my hand

Had to put it in my pocket

I hear the AR’s calling

I’m a dead man waking

If my autograph on it

If it ain’t 100 mil, don’t want it

How you think I been?

Dollar sign in my pen

I been getting to the money

Baby boy you ugly

(Dave B)

Aye

Big chip sittin on my back like a fleece

When you cold make me more jaded

Levitate I’ve been off the ground two feet

I’m just out tryna find my placement

Can’t find where my days went

Lovin you for me faded

Can’t find all my guidance

Trapped inside the matrix

Nothing really planned out

(No)

But I just be winging now

Father stretch my hands out

You can’t pick a side

That’s why nothing ever pans out

Body said they love me, absent

When it’s kinda fair now, now

Quote I’m harder

Say my piece and I go fall back

Watch me beat it

Not gone crawl back

Not gone hold you

Bitch you cognac

Me my talent

Fuckin Outkast

How you even call you friend to me?

I see through you dead to me

I take off like parasail

Stimulate amphetamines

Lucky for me

My steps they been harder

It’s a little microaggressions

I always get shorter

I have always been him

Some reason I been modest

She says she handle the D

I’m pulling up Ben Wallace

Being honest

Send me to the moon

Think I need a parachute

Been floating way too long

Am I doing something wrong?

Tired of feeling MIA

Busy digging up my grave

Alien in my bed

Got a melody inside of my head

(Oh Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Got a melody inside of me head

Too much money in my pocket

Had to put it in my mattress

Bedroom way too crowded

Get your head up out it

Get the meds up out you

Get the mother fuckin dead up out you

How you think I’m doing?

Brand new outfit ruined

Think I gotta take it off

Little bread had to break you off off off

Too much time on my hand

Had to put it in my pocket

I hear the AR’s calling

I’m a dead man waking

If my autograph on it

If it ain’t 100 mil, don’t want it

How you think I been?

Dollar sign in my pen

I been getting to the money

Baby boy you ugly

(Bitch ass)