Baby Boy

OGS

Hug the block like a mother
I feel like donny trump in a coup, d'état
It's none other, the soul rebel
Flex in many in metals check the bezel
I'm just a vessel for all my niggas that's tryna level
I'm just a devil for police they see me they shoot and wrestle
Smackdown, raw, divide the work and dodge the law
How you think we got this money I ain't got a job
How you think this shit is funny when I beat odds
Laugh through the pain
Roll two & walk through the rain
Wash the chalk where the body had stained
The bottom bottomless mane
Least it seems when bottle in hand

Yo
Trials of the man, aye
Tryna understand, aye
Everything at hand, aye
Seems to be a band to apprehend a better plan, aye
Seems to me a scam but what I know lil baby boy
Walk in this bitch like Jody
OG go in the house
Left alone with a toy stuck just sorta figured it
Out
Hand on trigger in doubt
We gone litter it out

Let's see you grit those teeth



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Owens
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