OG > IG (feat. History)

I had to do it for my OG's
We never did it for no IG
You ns know where to find me
(Right, right, right)
I had to do it for my OG's
OG's

Hoppin' out the nest, porch steps
Gotta get to more bread
Can't save the world, only promise keep my home fed
I was taught to work until you wipin' off your forehead
We learned more in court than we did in school courses
(That's a fendi)
Feel me
My cousin on his own when
His pop earned a twelve month term
No contest
We eating cold sandwiches, still trying to digest
The life we hoped to live, versus the one we alive in
Now those the same scars we take pride in
We let the imperfections serve as a reminder
Wanted to be plug, 'til my cousin turned convict
His mom ain't let me visit so
I ain't get to find out
But she tell me them orange jumpsuits ain't bring his eyes out
She made me swear make the most with little we have
So I ain't giving ns game
Without an invoice attached
Feel me

I had to do it for my OG's
(Put your phone away n)
We never did it for no IG
You ns know where to find me
(Right, right, right)
I had to do it for my OG's
OG's

Alright
I know they feel it now
You couldn't see it but he better how
Dedicated, I'm a rebel child
Don't you smell it when I pull up
Sazón, oregano, garlic powder
All I do is cook up
Get the ace
Fk a truce
Cut they face
A double "O" but I always ran with "trey"
Either 9 or they ate
I was signed by the apes
Different lines we would draw
All them bodies we would chase
My bag-a bigger, pussy liter but I f her sister
I rather ditch her than pick another b up
It's God given, I'm so different
It's all written but a boss penned it
No sentence
They couldn't lock me down
I'm Mayweather versus Pacquiao
Calm it down before you hear revolver sounds
My ns tell me "go around" 'cause I'm the bag now
A son of God but a bad child
Wow

I had to do it for my OG's
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We never did it for no IG
You ns know where to find me
(Right, right, right)
I had to do it for my OG's
OG's