[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 40's, 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 these 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
Drank 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'ma 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 Wi-Fi
[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 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 em
One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on em
I test him all the time and I never warn em
I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wisdom
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's 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'ma true King, tryna raise a new king
I wanna show him stuff, teach him 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 goes 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: 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