Young OG II (feat. Abir Haronni)

Troubled tears, they'll land you here

Open your eyes, it's all a disguise

The fear that you feel is not real, not real

The fear that you feel is not real, no

It's not real, yeah

Similar skies, similar ties

But I know all about you, I do

Look, the saddest story come from those who once had the glory

Had the forei's, diamond watches, and the baddest shorties

Now they in their latter forties, bunch of kids, scattered shorties

No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey

I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me

There's levels to this shit, it's different categories

Can't be like these **** out here lookin' fat and gaudy

They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry

Talkin' 'bout, "Man, that **** don't deserve that shit"

Like, I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit

We started from the bottom, had to topsy turn that shit

Get it while the gettin's good, after that, preserve that shit

My ex text me last night, but I curved that shit

Coulda end up hittin' that, be too late to swerve that shit

That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some

I love gettin' brain, that never made me dumb

All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb

Only feelings toward this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some

I knew some **** who had bread, never gave me crumbs

Drank the whole fuckin' juice and never saved me some

I know how young **** feel, I had to live through shit

See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit

I learned that **** gon' be ****, yeah, we shouldn't do it

But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admittin' to it

Where I been? Gettin' to it, goin' through it, and gettin' through it

Runnin' round killin' shit, tellin' cops I didn't do it

That's why they call me young OG

And I'ma spit this dope shit until my tongue OD

I flew my shorty here from Cali and she brung OG

She got me chillin' in my city, but my lungs OT, yeah

And fuck them **** online, reply, why?

Broke **** talkin' 'cause it's free Wi-Fi, yeah

Troubled tears, they'll land you here

Open your eyes, it's all a disguise

The fear that you feel is not real, not real

The fear that you feel is not real, no

Similar skies, similar ties

But I know all about you, I do

My son gon' be a king, I tell him every mornin'

I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him

One day it all will be his, so I'm forever on him

I test him all the time and I never warn him

I pop quiz him, like stop, listen, and drop wisdom

Pop's vision, the bottom's crowded, the top isn't

We talk guap, missions, cops, prison

I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician

Could learn from my experience, but youngin' gotta live

Just not with that mentality that somethin' gotta give

'Cause that's how we grew up

Probably should've picked for boogers

Nah, we was on them streets, juugin' for that mugger

Still, scared that you still could get killed

That fear that you feel was that real

But I'm there like, "I will not get killed"

So that fear that I feel is not real, boy

I'm a true king, tryna raise a new king

I wanna show him stuff, teach him how to do things

How to ride a bike, how to tie his shoe strings

How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing

Gotta have the OG, give you that go ahead

I don't blame you ****, I blame your old head

I know all about that, my papa wasn't down

Papa used to come through, Papa doesn't now

Shoulda protected me, but papa wasn't round

So now I got this 9 that pop a dozen round

Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too

Turn you to a big dog, that's what havin' pups do

Did a lot, but I know that I ain't done yet

Before it goes down, I'll make sure that my son set

You made me so strong, you made this whole song

You made me Young OG, love you Johan

Troubled tears, they'll land you here

Open your eyes, it's all a disguise

The fear that you feel is not real, not real

The fear that you feel is not real, no

Similar skies, similar ties

But I know all about you, I do, I do

Oh, you'll give us what we need

It may not be what we want