OD Yung - My Name Is O.D. lyrics

Intro: Mays on the beat? Ight Y-U-N-G Verse 1: listen up, sniff it up, pop or puff it Now I'm in control like a hand up a puppet Panoramic lyrics they hear it from west to east coasts The flow OD bro, the name OD ho I'm different from the norm And you can tell from every single show I perform I'm like a pain k**er for fans who wanna hear whats realer Not just chinchilla or n***as lives as a drug dealer Not talking down on ya hustle do ya thang dawg But most n***as ain't hood made but raised dawg I've never slanged but talk slang the same dawg I'm just try ta make yu addicted to my name dawg Hear my tracks like a train a comin' Criticize, are they cool or hot like dry ice, sonny? See buddy? I'm 16 with dreams to be a rich king and change lives buddy ASAP, but it's hard like a rock, I'm tryna be on top I'm being told I resemble my pops So automatically I know success is in my grasp That winning is my task, I refuse to not pa** I refuse to B-Last, but I still need ta blow up I should b a center man cause every day I post up Song after song, info after another Hoping that I'll be noticed like a penguin undercover Think about it.... And when ya done play this track while you sleep so you can dream about it But you already do just too proud to admit it So act ya age homie stop pretendin' Enjoy while you listen, bang it in ya kitchen Shout like it's your new religion, why wait for permission? I wanna be the drug that the world loves I hope this what you wanna b apart of Chorus: So you can O.D (4x) Bridge: I want the love it's like a drug I gotta have it Feel it changing my emotions to change the world (2x) Verse 2: Aspirations, Salvation You ain't down? Salutations I have relations, with Caucasians, Jamaicans, Australians, never discriminatin' Pour a jar full of real in pot, scoop some "G" in the spot, then watch me start to rock I'm murking and murdering every piece of you flops, then I proceed to the top, at the moment that the needle drops Cyclone on the microphone, rollin' up like I can never leave my bike alone Make her scream in different tones like a xylophone, cause I'm the sh**, no diaper on Imma make every dream my reality Turn a bunch of O'z from some weed to my salary Then in time I'll have the worlds eyes red Face pale, smile on, so glad they ain't dead after they OD'd (Chorus)