Julian Malone - #OG lyrics

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Julian Malone - #OG lyrics

[Intro] ...And I made this beat too ...2008ighties Uh, Uh [Hook] Only if you could see How sh** with me be Alright, you see me here, but trust My n***a you don't know me So shut the f** up talking tryna preach Acting like you keep it G Real n***as do real things not follow to reach the league My momma taught me to grind Your momma just kept you blind The moral of story is, I'm dope and yo a** behind, yurp [Verse 1] I say that there to tell you this My n***a you can do it too Pharrell will tell you this f** all that failure sh** Get your millions and smell a b**h Nobody can tell you other, those utters are for the quits My mission is this Live my life fully and leave it rich I'm knowing that this what everyone wanting out of the sh** But homie right here got pa**ion I'm goin about it diff' Pissing hella haters off while the listens I lift It's that skinny n***a that be on his f**ing grizzly The hoes dig he, gotta mention that for sillys Flows plenty, been on it n***a check the history Since a kiddie, was humming damn I'm such a mystery Try and get me I promise you'll probably dig it Or you'll probably hate it If so I'm sorry, nah f** it for real I'm not Cause you stupid if this ain't hot or raw as hell to ya If you hate it this what I'll tell to ya [Hook ] [Verse 2] That hook is me on hella dirt But its necessary cause everybody got on it first but That just make me sound like a little child, right? Exactamundo but sometimes grown downs life My style like, a balance between a wild night And the type of life of a n***a that gotta proud wife Motherf**ers hate me it's crazy but some the ladies Who chase me talked hella flaky but lately wanting my babies mane 2008ighties gang Yeah I'mma play the game but word is bond My music will always have its own lane f** the lames and everybody that speak upon us in vein You a goofy all them groupies straight f**ing With ya brain I got, three baby mommas And three navy Hondas wit cho lookin a** Steak, eggs n grits wit cho cookin a** I'm on the phone, making hella calls wit yo bookin a** Juju got them doodoo raps You don't know who you looking at [Hook]