Zakk Fickeisen

my boy Odog

Zakk Fickeisen
my boy Odog

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4 months ago

Verse 1: My boy Odog, he ain't playing no games Spraying crips, he's always in the fast lane We ride or die, ain't no turning back We stick together, ain't no need for no slack Verse 2: We out here grinding, trying to make a name In these streets, where it's all about the fame We stay strapped, ready for any attack Ain't nobody gonna hold us back Verse 3: We rep the set, ain't no switching sides Riding with my boys, we ready to ride Ain't no fear in our hearts, we stay strong My boy Odog, he's been with me all along Verse 4: We keep it real, ain't no faking the funk We stay true to ourselves, ain't no need to front My boy Odog, he's my right hand man Together we rise, according to plan Hop out the k we spray, ain't no time to play BPM one-thirty, we gon' make 'em pay Gotta hustle I ride with the glock with the switch, ain't no playin' around I keep it on me at all times, ready to hold it down I'm a young boy in the game, but I'm playin' for keeps I'll pull up on your block and leave you sleepin' in the streets I ain't scared to pull the trigger, I'll do what I gotta I hop out of the truck with the K we spray Ain't no time to play, gotta make my way Through the streets, where the heat don't play Got my mind on my money, gotta stack that pay I'm a hustler, on the grind every day Tryna make a dollar out of cents, no delay Got my eyes on the prize

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4 months ago

Verse 1: My boy Odog, he ain't playing no games Spraying crips, he's always in the fast lane We ride or die, ain't no turning back We stick together, ain't no need for no slack Verse 2: We out here grinding, trying to make a name In these streets, where it's all about the fame We stay strapped, ready for any attack Ain't nobody gonna hold us back Verse 3: We rep the set, ain't no switching sides Riding with my boys, we ready to ride Ain't no fear in our hearts, we stay strong My boy Odog, he's been with me all along Verse 4: We keep it real, ain't no faking the funk We stay true to ourselves, ain't no need to front My boy Odog, he's my right hand man Together we rise, according to plan Hop out the k we spray, ain't no time to play BPM one-thirty, we gon' make 'em pay Gotta hustle I ride with the glock with the switch, ain't no playin' around I keep it on me at all times, ready to hold it down I'm a young boy in the game, but I'm playin' for keeps I'll pull up on your block and leave you sleepin' in the streets I ain't scared to pull the trigger, I'll do what I gotta I hop out of the truck with the K we spray Ain't no time to play, gotta make my way Through the streets, where the heat don't play Got my mind on my money, gotta stack that pay I'm a hustler, on the grind every day Tryna make a dollar out of cents, no delay Got my eyes on the prize

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