Post by D on Oct 3, 2012 4:08:38 GMT -5
I got started in these streets.
I went retarded in these streets.
I left my heart out in these streets.
Now I'm the product of these streets.
And even though I used to love.
I learned to hate out on these streets.
Transformed from schoolboy into thug.
And joined a gang out on these streets.
I wanted to be seen.
Now I am in magazines.
Police put me on the screen.
So now I am on T.V.
I wanted just to have some fun.
Now I gotta tote a gun.
Never used to have to run.
But now I hustle hard as fuck.
I see you're wearing skinny jeans.
But I still keep my polos saggin.
Heard you cook dymethazine.
Boy don't you know I am a dragon?
I don't fuck with chemistry.
I'm what you'd call a real O.G.
Why risk my freedom sellin mollies?
I can get you some for free.
And you know how I got her number.
Told her I was a gun runner.
When she asked for me to stun her.
She was shootin all damn summer.
H'yeah...
And I'm the motherfuckin realist.
The motherfuckin realist.
I swear this should be put in braille.
So those who don't can feel this.
Around I go like helix.
Exactly like a wheel is.
Around the hood like felix.
Just like your girl's next meal is.
And I don't need a waitress.
I grew meat and potatos.
So you cannot taste my cabbage.
You can lick my red tomatos.
This rap game yeah I own it.
H.O.R.P.G's most wanted.
And I got more rhymes to spare.
So here's an album if you want it.
I'm so gutta that I flaunt it.
Leave your grandma's kitchen haunted.
See that visa card she bought it.
Type the codes and now I got it.
Ch'yeah...
And I'm too hard for your accountant.
Cuz it's raining like a fountain.
Even with a mustard seed of faith.
You couldn't move that mountain.
A million notes and counting.
My lyrics are astounding.
I'm just the dog who's with your bitch.
They call that homeward bounding.
These sounds will leave you drowning.
That's why they call it flooding.
And if your girl's a dixie chick.
I think I'll take her mudding.
I went retarded in these streets.
I left my heart out in these streets.
Now I'm the product of these streets.
And even though I used to love.
I learned to hate out on these streets.
Transformed from schoolboy into thug.
And joined a gang out on these streets.
I wanted to be seen.
Now I am in magazines.
Police put me on the screen.
So now I am on T.V.
I wanted just to have some fun.
Now I gotta tote a gun.
Never used to have to run.
But now I hustle hard as fuck.
I see you're wearing skinny jeans.
But I still keep my polos saggin.
Heard you cook dymethazine.
Boy don't you know I am a dragon?
I don't fuck with chemistry.
I'm what you'd call a real O.G.
Why risk my freedom sellin mollies?
I can get you some for free.
And you know how I got her number.
Told her I was a gun runner.
When she asked for me to stun her.
She was shootin all damn summer.
H'yeah...
And I'm the motherfuckin realist.
The motherfuckin realist.
I swear this should be put in braille.
So those who don't can feel this.
Around I go like helix.
Exactly like a wheel is.
Around the hood like felix.
Just like your girl's next meal is.
And I don't need a waitress.
I grew meat and potatos.
So you cannot taste my cabbage.
You can lick my red tomatos.
This rap game yeah I own it.
H.O.R.P.G's most wanted.
And I got more rhymes to spare.
So here's an album if you want it.
I'm so gutta that I flaunt it.
Leave your grandma's kitchen haunted.
See that visa card she bought it.
Type the codes and now I got it.
Ch'yeah...
And I'm too hard for your accountant.
Cuz it's raining like a fountain.
Even with a mustard seed of faith.
You couldn't move that mountain.
A million notes and counting.
My lyrics are astounding.
I'm just the dog who's with your bitch.
They call that homeward bounding.
These sounds will leave you drowning.
That's why they call it flooding.
And if your girl's a dixie chick.
I think I'll take her mudding.