Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young OG II, artist - Fabolous. Date of issue: 11.01.2015
Song language: English
Young OG II |
| 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 |
| 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 shit, it’s different categories |
| Can’t be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie |
| They ain’t never won no rings, but be mad at Horry |
| Talkin bout, «Man that nigga don’t deserve that shit» |
| Like «I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit» |
| We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit |
| Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit |
| My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit |
| Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit |
| 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 bitch, you been shoulda gave me some |
| I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs |
| Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some |
| I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit |
| See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit |
| I learned that niggas gon be niggas, 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 killin' shit and tellin' cops, «I didn’t do it» |
| That’s why they call me «Young OG» |
| And I’ma spit this dope shit 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 fuck them niggas online, reply why |
| Broke niggas talkin', cause it’s free wifi |
| 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 killed |
| That fear that you feel, was that real |
| But I’m there like, I will not get killed |
| So that fear that I feel, is not real boy |
| I’ma 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 niggas, 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 |