True O.G. Dalvin DeGrate (Ft. Static Major)

Intro:
Yeah, we gonna bust it a little something like this. Me and my nigga Mr
Dalvin. First let me get some weed before I wreck it. Just lay back

Static:
Where the reefer at, where the reefer at?
Run me in the dime, not trying to bust my head
Cause I stays on top of mine (top on mine)
Cause I been ballin' since the days of back when
Niggas wasn't be thinkin' about drink no juice and gin (alright brother)
Niggas be drinkin' the Thunderbird or Nighttrain
Lookin' for the right frame, breakin' like a dice game
Stackin' skrilla so I'm sippin' Hennessy
Lickin' shot after shot at my enemies
Boom boom recognize all persuers been in the game for years
Cause I'm a sho connoisseur
Consume the blocks, drop off my rocks, the quicker a nigga play me
The quicker a nigga who drops, pops of the Glocks
Not trippin' facial experessions, be shittin'
Niggas don't be hearin' all that in every city
Take a nigga out if you gotta on the day to day
Then parlay, ate a gator, parlay, to God nigga

Hook:
It ain't hare to see, when niggas try to be like me
A true O.G., y'all y'all, gotta take you underground
Parlay all day with the niggas from the Bassment sound (X2)