[Intro]
[Jo3ker]
Yeah I'm a OG
[Verse 1]
[Jo3ker]
I'm a OG, flat black in the old school Chevy
And you know me, break it down a pound it's about to get heavy
Cause I'm ridin' with Bluud in the city, keeping' it tight
Smashin' the mouth of any mother fucker thinkin' they hype
Nah, when I click clack and I snap back, comin' up quick with the fast rap and I smash that real facts
When I bang on the beat keep it real in the street, only comin' with the heat stay strapped
Bounce right back, make more dough homie hold my plaque, do a couple shows then we slang some tracks
Burn a couple blunts and we chill like that
Hats all black, tilt to the side, back into the hood that's where we ride
Smoke a little bit til my brain gets fried, homie you can't keep up you lied
Me and Dark Bluud only keep it real, and you can't keep up on beat
I'm staying fresh in my white tee, with new shoes up on my feet
My flow is hot you can't deny, all your homies think the same
Keep the bottles and the chain, I don't give a fuck about the fame
Cause I'll run up in your house, for the money that you owe me
Bust your fuckin' shit you ain't prepared mother fucker
[Hook]
[Jo3ker]
I'm an OG, most of you people ya probably know me
I'm from the hood ain't nobody gonna clone me
[Dark Bluud]
From the cradle to the crypt we livin' just how we live
I keep it real with this shit I'm just tellin' you how it is to be a
[Jo3ker]
Yeah I'm a OG
[Verse 1]
[Jo3ker]
I'm a OG, flat black in the old school Chevy
And you know me, break it down a pound it's about to get heavy
Cause I'm ridin' with Bluud in the city, keeping' it tight
Smashin' the mouth of any mother fucker thinkin' they hype
Nah, when I click clack and I snap back, comin' up quick with the fast rap and I smash that real facts
When I bang on the beat keep it real in the street, only comin' with the heat stay strapped
Bounce right back, make more dough homie hold my plaque, do a couple shows then we slang some tracks
Burn a couple blunts and we chill like that
Hats all black, tilt to the side, back into the hood that's where we ride
Smoke a little bit til my brain gets fried, homie you can't keep up you lied
Me and Dark Bluud only keep it real, and you can't keep up on beat
I'm staying fresh in my white tee, with new shoes up on my feet
My flow is hot you can't deny, all your homies think the same
Keep the bottles and the chain, I don't give a fuck about the fame
Cause I'll run up in your house, for the money that you owe me
Bust your fuckin' shit you ain't prepared mother fucker
[Hook]
[Jo3ker]
I'm an OG, most of you people ya probably know me
I'm from the hood ain't nobody gonna clone me
[Dark Bluud]
From the cradle to the crypt we livin' just how we live
I keep it real with this shit I'm just tellin' you how it is to be a
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