Fabolous - Young OG II lyrics

[Hook - Abir Haronni:] Troubled tears, they'll land you there Open your eyes it's all a disguise The fear that you feel, is not real, not real The fear that you feel, is not real, no Similar sky, similar ties But I know all about you, I do [Verse 1 - Fabolous:] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me There's levels to this sh**, it's different categories Can't be like them n***as out here, looking fat and gordie They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry Talkin bout, "Man that n***a don't deserve that sh**" Like "I was really in these streets, I used to serve that sh**" We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that sh** Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that sh** My ex texted me last night, but I curve that sh** Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that sh** That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some I love getting brain, that never made me dumb All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb Only feelings for this b**h, you been shoulda gave me some I knew some n***as who had some bread never gave me crumbs Drink the whole f**ing juice and never saved me some I know how young n***as feel, I had to live through sh** See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you sh** I learned that n***as gon be n***as, yeah we shouldn't do it But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it Running round k**in' sh** and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it" That's why they call me "Young OG" And I'm a spit this dope sh** until my tongue OD I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah And f** them n***as online, reply why Broke n***as talkin', cause it's free wifi [Hook] [Verse 2 - Fabolous:] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him I test him all the time and I never warn him I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't We talk guap missions, cops prison I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live Not with that mentality, that something gotta give Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger Still, scared that you could get k**ed That fear that you feel, was that real But I'm there like, I will not get k**ed So that fear that I feel, is not real boy I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king I wanna show him stuff, how to do things How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing Gotta have a OG, to give you that "Go 'head" I don't blame you n***as, I blame your old head I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet Before it does down, I make sure that my son set You made so strong, you made this whole song You made me Young OG, love you Johan [Hook]