OG's story

Title: "OG Story" – V-Nasty Style [Intro] Yeah... They call me an OG... But they don't know what that title cost. Bridgeport to Boston... East Coast... V-Nasty... Black Sheep. [Verse 1] They call me an OG, yeah, I come from the combat zone, Where empty fridges made a broken house feel like home. Every corner had pain, every block had scars, Dreams got buried young underneath police lights and stars. When the daylight fades, that's when the darkness breathe, The real wolves wake while the good folks try to leave. To become an OG, first survive the street code, Carry all that pressure with the world on your shoulders. You gotta fight for your life, every bruise got a reason, See everything, say nothing—that's survival season. This my stepdad story, Boston in my veins, Bridgeport, Connecticut raised me through the struggle and the pain. [Hook] They call me an OG, but these scars ain't free, Every lesson left a mark that the world can't see. From the coldest nights to chasing better dreams, Now I'm writing every chapter instead of living those scenes. They call me an OG... that's the price I paid, Trying to find some light where the darkest memories stayed. [Verse 2] Use these bars like a dedication, every rhyme's a statement, Back when I was on probation, praying for a different destination. Yeah, I knew the corners, yeah, I chased that cash, Now I'm chasing peace, trying to leave that past. Went from pushing poison, now I'm looking for love, Trying to find forgiveness from the Man above. Remember paper plates, eating with my hands, Didn't need a spoon just to understand. Now I know those moves, I know those codes, Seen too many people disappear down those roads. Everybody showed up when the bottles got cracked, Nobody stayed around when it was time to clean that mess back. [Verse 3] Bottle of Bacardi on the table, nights got blurry, Everybody wanted thrills, nobody carried worries. Broke pockets full of pride, but our hopes stayed rich, Trying to turn survival into something we could fix. Now I stand on stages hearing people scream my name, Thinking 'bout the kid who never thought he'd change. Every cheer reminds me where I came from before, From cracked sidewalks to opening bigger doors. I ain't glorifying what I had to survive, I'm just telling my truth about staying alive. If my story reaches one soul lost in the fight, Maybe they'll choose tomorrow instead of losing tonight. [Outro] They call me an OG... Not because of what I did... Because I lived long enough to tell the story. Bridgeport... Boston... East Coast forever. V-Nasty. Black Sheep Records.