Texty: J.R. Writer. O.g..
Saga, Damage, yessir, J.R Writer
To all of my Gs coast to coast
Flaco The Great
Hook:
I'm a real O.G. (You ain't heard about me)
I'm a real O.G (J.R Writer nigga)
I'm a real O.G (You ain't heard about me)
i'm a real O.G.
Verse 1:
I been the hardest with them bars of piff, you could tell JR is sick
Pardon prick, we started this, you can never harm a Dip (Never)
You niggaz harm-a-less, you would never harm a tick
I ain't too happy but ya girl give me the marvelous
I'm a quarter brick, something you would jog to pitch
This is that lean boy, you still got your starter kit
I ain't bothered with these niggaz you see talkin'
When we ride past, same niggaz you see walkin'
It's just sickening, I be listening
They rap about they man fuckin' ride that they sitting in (Get some wheels)
They ain't whippin' 'em, nor stick-shiftin' 'em
All his broke ass know how to do is (Get in 'em)
You's a slouch, nigga glue up ya mouth (Shut up)
I copped a Charger way before you ever knew it was out
Stop, you was never hot, I'm a 100 times better ock
Yeah your up, so up, I bet you that you'll never drop
Hook:
I'm a real O.G. (You ain't heard about me)
I'm a real O.G (J.R Writer nigga)
I'm a real O.G (You ain't heard about me)
i'm a real O.G.
(Repeat)
Verse 2
J.R. Writer:
Now, I got these bastards hatin' cuz I'm in a Aston racin'
Switch lanes, cross 'em over like I'm Gary Payton
Don't know my way around, the wrenches ain't aggravatin'
I'll have a whole conversation with my navigation
You move sloppy, hopping off a Ducatti
I'm 'bout to make my 2nd car a Bugatti
It's true mami, tear seats, blue body
1 point 2 ocky, since Jim copped that new Mase' (Maserati)
You dude's throppy, I'm paid cuz I'm nice
You will never ever see a day of this life
I keep 'Ks for the fight
So when I say gimme my space, no I don't mean a page on a site
The K that I spray out, you'll lay with the mice
We paid out, I can get you grey for a price
Look, take my advice, or lay in the river
Don't you dare say my name if you ain't a good swimmer
Hook
To all of my Gs coast to coast
Flaco The Great
Hook:
I'm a real O.G. (You ain't heard about me)
I'm a real O.G (J.R Writer nigga)
I'm a real O.G (You ain't heard about me)
i'm a real O.G.
Verse 1:
I been the hardest with them bars of piff, you could tell JR is sick
Pardon prick, we started this, you can never harm a Dip (Never)
You niggaz harm-a-less, you would never harm a tick
I ain't too happy but ya girl give me the marvelous
I'm a quarter brick, something you would jog to pitch
This is that lean boy, you still got your starter kit
I ain't bothered with these niggaz you see talkin'
When we ride past, same niggaz you see walkin'
It's just sickening, I be listening
They rap about they man fuckin' ride that they sitting in (Get some wheels)
They ain't whippin' 'em, nor stick-shiftin' 'em
All his broke ass know how to do is (Get in 'em)
You's a slouch, nigga glue up ya mouth (Shut up)
I copped a Charger way before you ever knew it was out
Stop, you was never hot, I'm a 100 times better ock
Yeah your up, so up, I bet you that you'll never drop
Hook:
I'm a real O.G. (You ain't heard about me)
I'm a real O.G (J.R Writer nigga)
I'm a real O.G (You ain't heard about me)
i'm a real O.G.
(Repeat)
Verse 2
J.R. Writer:
Now, I got these bastards hatin' cuz I'm in a Aston racin'
Switch lanes, cross 'em over like I'm Gary Payton
Don't know my way around, the wrenches ain't aggravatin'
I'll have a whole conversation with my navigation
You move sloppy, hopping off a Ducatti
I'm 'bout to make my 2nd car a Bugatti
It's true mami, tear seats, blue body
1 point 2 ocky, since Jim copped that new Mase' (Maserati)
You dude's throppy, I'm paid cuz I'm nice
You will never ever see a day of this life
I keep 'Ks for the fight
So when I say gimme my space, no I don't mean a page on a site
The K that I spray out, you'll lay with the mice
We paid out, I can get you grey for a price
Look, take my advice, or lay in the river
Don't you dare say my name if you ain't a good swimmer
Hook
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