Fabolous - Young OG Lyrics
[Intro]Nigga, don’t tell me what niggas say about meTell me why they feel comfortable telling you[Verse 1]The saddest stories comes from those who once had the gloryHad the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shortiesNow they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shortiesNo respect from the neglect, they call they daddy CoreyI’m from a different cloth, that ain’t the pattern for meIt’s levels to this shit, it’s different categorizeCan’t be like them niggas out here looking fat and goryThey ain’t never win no rings but be mad at HorryTalkin 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 shitGet it while the gettings good after that reserve that shitMy ex texted me last night, but I curve that shitCoulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shitThat’s a young mistake, Lord knows I made me someI love getting brain, that never made me dumbAll that did was made me cumSwear these hoes made me numbOnly feelings for this *****You been shoulda gave me someI knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbsDrink the whole *****ing juice and never saved me someI know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shitSee the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shitI learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn’t do itBut hoes gon be hoes, they just ain’t admitting to itWhere I been? Getting to itGoing through and getting through itRunning round killing shitAnd telling cops I didn’t do itThat’s why they call me ”Young OG”And ima spit this dope shit until my tongue o.d.I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OGShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs o.t.And ***** them niggas online, reply why?Broke niggas talking cause it’s free wifi[Outro: Ving Rhames]You know the problem with you lil niggas?You think you know everything about the damn worldYou don’t know shitWell I see you got yourself a lil business goingWell that’s good, that’s goodYou make that paperWhen you making, paper you gotta learn some rules tooYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butterIt’s two types of niggas in this worldNiggas with guns and niggas with butterNow what are guns?The guns, that’s the realist thingIt’s stocks and bondsArtworkWhat you know the shit I appreciate with valueWhat’s the butter?Cars, clothes, jewelryAll that other bullshitThey don’t mean shit after you buy itThat is what it’s all aboutGuns and butter babyLil dumb mother*****ers
