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OGsceneboy

Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór OGsceneboy został wydany 22 sierpnia 2025 przez crunkpunk records jako część albumu traphouse dropout

Szczegóły utworu

Albumtraphouse dropout

Data wydania22 sierpnia 2025

Wytwórniacrunkpunk records

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM80

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jacob Burns

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jacob Burns

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jacob Burns

Producer

Tekst Utworu

OG

I ain't sign shit

I ain't kiss rings

I just piss loud and swing, bitch

20 years deep in the pit and i smell like victory

Og-scene-boy, still too loud

I was snappin' wristbands while you cried in the crowd

Never needed clout, just needed a sound

And now they beg for a verse when i'm barely around

Og-scene-boy, i don't do rules

Labels get ghosted, i ghost old schools

Diy tatted on the veins and gums

Still pissin' on the scene with my dick out, numb

Yo, i been rude since warped tour days

In the van gettin' dome with my face half shaved

I was fuckin' headliners in the venue fridge

While you begged for a badge like a scene kid bitch

I was mixin' my own shit, burnin' my own discs

While your favorite lil rapper was still suckin' on his fist

Never paid for plays, never kissed a suit

I made labels cry, now they piss in loops

I been banned from more clubs than promoters know

But they still put me on cuz the numbers blow

Yo, i showed up drunk, still stole the show

And left with your girl, and your girl's lil bro

Og-scene-boy, still too loud

I was snappin' wristbands while you cried in the crowd

Never needed clout, just needed a sound

And now they beg for a verse when i'm barely around

Og-scene-boy, i don't do rules

Labels get ghosted, i ghost old schools

Diy tatted on the veins and gums

Still pissin' on the scene with my dick out, numb

I been slept on, stepped on, flamed and framed

But still got your ex in a scene boy chain

She call me wolf, said "fuck my past"

Then rode this clout like a backstage pass

I don't do no fake friends, no fake bands

If i collab, it's blood on hands

Autumn know, i built this mess

With stickers, shows, and petty flex

I'm rich in respect, broke in the bank

But somehow my streams still break they tanks

Every a&r tryna suck my angst

But i just spit on the floor and say "nah, i'm dank"

20 YEARS BITCH—AND STILL I SPIT!

YOU A VINE CLIP—I'M A LEGEND IN THE PIT!

Og-scene-boy, still too loud

I was snappin' wristbands while you cried in the crowd

Never needed clout, just needed a sound

And now they beg for a verse when i'm barely around

Og-scene-boy, i don't do rules

Labels get ghosted, i ghost old schools

Diy tatted on the veins and gums

Still pissin' on the scene with my dick out, numb

Thank u for the hate mail, i keep receipts

Thank u for the rumors, they got me streams

Thank u to the real ones deep in the bleeds

We survived off crumbs and bloodied tees

Written by: Jacob Burns

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