i cant say I dont pray or like I'm not ready to spray nigga u ain't the shit I know wat u did now pay the bid for when u hit a cheap lick when u caughg mr dagger dick slip now u stuck in a final portrait with your eyes rolling back in your forehead I know its savage but i gotta maintain my O.G. status so just know imma stay crackalacking and they aint no denying that 'sometimes even the feds can't find certain bodys itz the kind death that leaves mommas crying and all these homies breathless shit even snitches kno life comes and goes its undeniable to this never ending gangsta shit it will never seize to exist it's only possible for O.G.s in this hood click we all different they ain't nothing equal in this hood ditch unless u a snitch then u gonna end with stitches and skin missing in my eyes I see everyone just a bunch of misfits but it's not like secrets dont exist idk i ain't no chemist nigga don't be stupid I know u aint clueless just kno my chrome is the key to end your physics but I got the basics to staying true in my O.G. paces keeping my full metal jackets blazin lord keep me from blasting these red stained trigger fingers with no limits and a stray bullets dont care about rich bitches no dont get it twisted and I know some O.G. morticians cause I keep them sidewalks skreeechen im the reason they keep the chalk in stock cuz my bullets never be missin I buy em with the stock chopped off my 12 gauges ready to cough cuz death ain't greedy but im still out here grinding if I go hope I was double dap taping I'll never think twice my hands is a double trouble engagement I'm savage no doubt I'm stay racking Im the reason everybody is in hiding cuz I promised my dead homies i would never forget i came from nothing being homeless I'm a gangsta but its all accident how im the O.G. president and I'm never hesitant to react i don't do no talking when shit gotta go down its sad I know what it's really like to be packing cuz to death nothing else matters not even rubberbands hugging benjamins i got abombs droppin we all gotta keep da money to be on top couldn't see myself in a broken down Cadillac but I'm out here poppin thumbtacks at rims expensive hubcaps but cant pay a nigga back and money always gun be number 1 motivation to keep stacking racks of huneds that give u flashbacks cause mufukas still gonna keep gang banging everyday busting out in the dip like cant sleep cause all I wanna do is kill on the beat with a bad bitch in the front seat of this engine steam going fast like a laser beam and nothing gonna stop me my mode is on overload from living this O.G. code