[Intro: OBN Jay]
Shit I been doin' my thing
Swervin' from lane to lane
OBN
[Chorus: OBN Jay]
To be honest, I be thuggin' by my lonely
Niggas be hatin' so I keep this thirty stick on me
Wanna be sober but I'm always smokin' palm trees
I don't spare nothin', you better get your lil homie
Shit I been doin' my thing, I know you know who we are
Swervin' from lane to lane, all out the drop, bitch I'm a star
And I pray on my knees, 'cause I might not wake up tomorrow
And I'ma buy what I need, it's up from here, it won't be long
[Verse 1: OBN Jay]
Been thuggin' since Pampers, they say that I'm evil
Watchin' them junkies shoot up with that needle
Caught my lil cousin, yeah I gotta feed him
Greg gone in the grave, man I hope I can meet him
Pops went through some shit, I was raised by Tameeka
Hop out the Sprinter and jump in the Beamer
Go pick up that pack when Lil D say he need them
I laugh at the faces of all of my teachers
Ran up that bag and now they mad, they say I ain't gon' blow
Bitch don't hit my phone without no bag, I need fifteen a show
Lil bitch screamin' my name, this OBN shit everywhere I go
I want a hundred million, I wan' see that shit before I'm old
I been stackin' benjis, I'm committed, I ran up my digits
I'm on a lil mission, so my glizzy, I keep this bitch with it
The money ain't a thing, all my niggas gon' chew this shit with me
Chasin' for that fame, this big Glock nine gon' open up your fitted
Shit I been doin' my thing
Swervin' from lane to lane
OBN
[Chorus: OBN Jay]
To be honest, I be thuggin' by my lonely
Niggas be hatin' so I keep this thirty stick on me
Wanna be sober but I'm always smokin' palm trees
I don't spare nothin', you better get your lil homie
Shit I been doin' my thing, I know you know who we are
Swervin' from lane to lane, all out the drop, bitch I'm a star
And I pray on my knees, 'cause I might not wake up tomorrow
And I'ma buy what I need, it's up from here, it won't be long
[Verse 1: OBN Jay]
Been thuggin' since Pampers, they say that I'm evil
Watchin' them junkies shoot up with that needle
Caught my lil cousin, yeah I gotta feed him
Greg gone in the grave, man I hope I can meet him
Pops went through some shit, I was raised by Tameeka
Hop out the Sprinter and jump in the Beamer
Go pick up that pack when Lil D say he need them
I laugh at the faces of all of my teachers
Ran up that bag and now they mad, they say I ain't gon' blow
Bitch don't hit my phone without no bag, I need fifteen a show
Lil bitch screamin' my name, this OBN shit everywhere I go
I want a hundred million, I wan' see that shit before I'm old
I been stackin' benjis, I'm committed, I ran up my digits
I'm on a lil mission, so my glizzy, I keep this bitch with it
The money ain't a thing, all my niggas gon' chew this shit with me
Chasin' for that fame, this big Glock nine gon' open up your fitted
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