[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Got this money now they thinkin' I'm an OG (OG)
I'm a baller, they sayin' that I'm just like Ginobili (ball)
Back to back wins, now I'm feelin' like I'm Kobe (uh)
Niggas tryna say they know, but they don't know me (uh)
Finna take it back, just like at Grove Street (Grove)
Tired of all the losses, guess your still being beat (uh)
No lumberjack, but I'm still choppin' through the scene (timber)
Now it's front row seats, you know just what I mean (yeah)
[Verse 1]
When I'm out in the field, I ain't making no sound
Hunnid' round drum, shoot you out the pound
This gun ain't a toy, get back before I buss it
Mac's got the MG, now let's see who's really runnin'
All these bad bitches just want my McLovin'
Too bad I ain't cuffin' hoes, that's just how I'm runnin'
Ain't a machine, only thing machine is the code
Stuck in my head, this ain't no morse code
Where you know, where there's always snow
How the fuck you forgetting where you came from
You grew up in my block now you changed, son
If you really were a nigga, you wouldn't fuck us up
Known for killin' niggers, it's time I fuck you up
Why the fuck do these pussies run for
That's why I carry my gun for
Fuck with my crew and your done for
Fuck the opps, see my gun shown
Hit a lick with a stick with a, uh (huh)
(Oh shit, I need to save some bars for verse two, nigga)
[Chorus]
Got this money now they thinkin' I'm an OG (OG)
I'm a baller, they sayin' that I'm just like Ginobili (ball)
Back to back wins, now I'm feelin' like I'm Kobe (uh)
Niggas tryna say they know, but they don't know me (uh)
Finna take it back, just like at Grove Street (Grove)
Tired of all the losses, guess your still being beat (uh)
No lumberjack, but I'm still choppin' through the scene (timber)
Now it's front row seats, you know just what I mean (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, (ooh)
Ooh, hit a lick with a stick with a, uh
I'm the man, yeah, I do what I want
Never chase bitches, I ain't on the run
Why the fuck these niggas fucking my fun
Came with a empty bag, left with Choo's on my ass
That's a .35 with the tag, came straight from the rags
So shit, I ain't never going back
I'm only going back for the bands
That's just who I am, yeah, not who I was
Smoke to much, trade that for some buzz
Now I'm a star, ooh, got mud like a dart
Know I ain't shopping at Target
My clothes Dior, see when I empty the store
Got a .35 pole when I role
But this shit ain't with a tag
You know I got that Birkin bag
But I'm never that, you know that my jeans always sag
Could never forget who I was, trade that for some buzz
Fuck you and fuck your fake love
Fuck your fake shit you bought with fake love
Cookin' some rhymes without a stove
I remember the days I slept with no food on my plate
Now all my plates golden and shit
That's a must, pushin' for shit got me fucked
Fuckin' with her until we pull up
Now its, uh, woah
Ran out of bars, I'm gonna leave this studio slow
That's just how it go, yo
(oh shit nigga, I'm gone)
[Chorus]
Got this money now they thinkin' I'm an OG (OG)
I'm a baller, they sayin' that I'm just like Ginobili (ball)
Back to back wins, now I'm feelin' like I'm Kobe (uh)
Niggas tryna say they know, but they don't know me (uh)
Finna take it back, just like at Grove Street (Grove)
Tired of all the losses, guess your still being beat (uh)
No lumberjack, but I'm still choppin' through the scene (timber)
Now it's front row seats, you know just what I mean (yeah)
