Joell Ortiz - OG lyrics

I wake up feeling different, back stiffened, joints cracking, snapping I mean listen... Some days I don't wanna get out my bed at all... They got me on a statin, I'm rapping wit high cholesterol I would fu*k b*tches on the edge of the bed and fall Off then keep fu*king on the floor, but not anymore Nowadays just the smell of Henny and my head is sore A night out is dinner with the wife and Pinot Noir Got a nice little crib out in Jerz, I'm in the burbs No more roaches... Deers and birds Sitting in my backyard while I write this sh*t Pool cover over the water til it get nice and sh*t Thinkin bout them project nights I'd ignite the fifth Now I gotta Glock 48 that I fire legit Think twice before you run up wit that okey doke Cause My wife got the Sig case you want the smoke ... I member when home was looking through the peephole hoping the police don't Kick in my do' reach fo They weapon and use lethal force on me and my people Now I'm in Home Depot looking for a Gazebo I was in them streets like Rico But the boy from Puerto Rico ain't get caught up in the Rico It was OD package anytime I moved the diesel Not it's O.G status, new ways to move the needle ... A Young one in the slums Where you ain't posed to live beyond 21 They look at us as just numbers On our way to being 6 feet under But every now and then one of us escapes And gets to live a life from outside the gates God had big plans for lil old me Salute to those who get to be a OG I buried friends when they was lil kids Too young to fully comprehend just what living is... Where I'm from we celebrate those who did a bid Stripes get earned when fire burns and you split a wig We ain't born evil, just is what it is When it's nothing in the fridge to stick to ya ribs I member my clique sitting in the crib Drawing straws to do sticks and get bricks like 3 Little Pigs Some a call that surviving but hey... If one of those went wrong I ain't rhyming today I don't get to save somebody else that's finding they way Out the place u never get to live but you dying to stay... This Azad on my wrist is tough I wear it over the scar where my wrist was cuffed All my real ni**as listen up You'll always love ya hood, but when you leave you won't miss it much... A Young one in the slums Where you ain't posed to live beyond 21 They look at us as just numbers On our way to being 6 feet under But every now and then one of us escapes And gets to live a life from outside the gates God had big plans for lil old me Salute to those who get to be a OG