Od

I done been through shit that'll change your life
I done been on drills, I done gained my stripes
If you're gonna kill a nigga gotta look em in his eyes
I'm a real street nigga can't testify
I just lost one of my brothers know we got each other
It's sad when shit start feeling regular
Bitches be blowing my phone, they blowing my phone these bitches be blowing my cellular
Niggas be talking bout this they talking bout that, but all of the shit is irrelevant
Only be focused on cash, I'm cashing the bag
Yeah I just be stacking my dividends

I just be sippin the lean they said it od
I just be sippin on lean they said it od
I just be sippin on lean they said it od (they say it od yeah)
I just be sippin on lean they said it od
This shit right here be my medicine

Niggas ain't fucking with me I'm really od
I'm starting to feel like I'm heaven sent
I keep some shooters around me, some shooters around me
They say that I move like the president
Right on they necks I be stepping it
Foot on the gas I be pressing it
Choppa knock down fuckin elephants
We caught a op and we sent em to heaven gates
Now I'm like ohhh
Gotta crack the seal, gotta take these pills
Nobody know how I feel like ohhhh
When you in the field gotta keep your steel I tell this is real life
Got kicked out the crib I signed to the streets
Had no one call, had no food to eat
My momma she said I was wilding she found couple choppas, I left em right under her Sink
Triple my cup whenever I drink
Sippin on red and I'm sippin on pink
Got demons all over my body, they all upside me they fuck up the way that I think

I just be sippin the lean they said it od
I just be sippin on lean they said it od
I just be sippin on lean they said it od (they say it od yeah)
I just be sippin on lean they said it od
This shit right here be my medicine

I just be sippin the lean they said it od
I just be sippin on lean they said it od
I just be sippin on lean they said it od (they say it od yeah)
I just be sippin on lean they said it od, this shit right here be my medicine

Niggas ain't fucking with me, I'm really od
I'm starting to feel like I'm heaven sent
Said right on they necks I be stepping it
Foot on the gas I be pressing it
Choppa knock down fuckin elephants
We caught a op and we sent em to heaven gates



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Writer(s): Lance Fairweather
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