Loser OTM
"Loser" by OTM, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of self-identity, resilience, and the struggles of feeling inadequate. The lyrics convey a sense of defiance against societal expectations, mixing introspective verses with catchy hooks. Unique elements include a blend of electronic beats and raw vocal delivery, contributing to its relatable narrative. The song resonates with listeners, reflecting the modern struggle for self-acceptance.
[Intro: Blue Pesos]
He don't be with the thugs
Shit
She's a punk rock bitch, ugh
Niggas know the truth
(Angel Heaven Sent)
Stop playin'
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs
She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no
If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs
Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser
You don't get dough nor hoes
Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door
Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score
Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Two hundred thousand off rap, no, sir, we not poor
Speed off in a foreign, ten blicks in the car
We gon' probably go to jail, bro don't stop at the light
You say Rami made the piece, I call fraud, niggas lyin'
My shooter walk in and start shootin' like he ISIS
Come and boogie with the thugs, we got this nigga gettin' hyphy
"Rap 'bout your life", bro, not what I do
Everything ain't what it seems, you wouldn't last in my shoes
For the freaksky, I'll hand drums to the youth
Bitch, I'm P, who are you? She like the fact that I'm rude
I'm off a four of that juice, move, I'm not in the mood
This is South Central LA, you gotta keep a tool
I hate a nigga always askin' where the hoes at?
Hundiddy bop-bop, here, let him hold that
P don't fool around, he the wrong nigga
Shit, let me show niggas
He don't be with the thugs
Shit
She's a punk rock bitch, ugh
Niggas know the truth
(Angel Heaven Sent)
Stop playin'
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs
She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no
If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs
Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser
You don't get dough nor hoes
Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door
Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score
Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Two hundred thousand off rap, no, sir, we not poor
Speed off in a foreign, ten blicks in the car
We gon' probably go to jail, bro don't stop at the light
You say Rami made the piece, I call fraud, niggas lyin'
My shooter walk in and start shootin' like he ISIS
Come and boogie with the thugs, we got this nigga gettin' hyphy
"Rap 'bout your life", bro, not what I do
Everything ain't what it seems, you wouldn't last in my shoes
For the freaksky, I'll hand drums to the youth
Bitch, I'm P, who are you? She like the fact that I'm rude
I'm off a four of that juice, move, I'm not in the mood
This is South Central LA, you gotta keep a tool
I hate a nigga always askin' where the hoes at?
Hundiddy bop-bop, here, let him hold that
P don't fool around, he the wrong nigga
Shit, let me show niggas
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