Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OG, artist - Joell Ortiz. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OG |
| 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 fuck bitches on the edge of the bed and fall |
| Off then keep fucking 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 shit |
| Pool cover over the water til it get nice and shit |
| 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 niggas 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 |