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OGsceneboy
Hip-Hop/Rap
OGsceneboy was released on August 22, 2025 by crunkpunk records as a part of the album traphouse dropout
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Release DateAugust 22, 2025
Labelcrunkpunk records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jacob Burns
Jacob Burns
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Burns
Jacob Burns
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Burns
Jacob Burns
Producer

Lyrics

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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