You Know

I work a nine to five yeah that's the only thing that keeps me up
My momma always told me "son you need to always keep a buck"
I failed inside my classes man you know I never could keep up
Struggling to graduate yeah man I was just testing luck
Music was the only way yeah man you know I had the wave
I can spit some bars you know I had them motherfuckers crazed
You know I'm feeling like the man spitting all these rhymes
Yeah I'm spitting all the time I'm spitting all the time
I'm spitting all the right things I'll make shawty mine
I'm spitting all the mean things I show your homie lying
'Cause he ain't never do shit no he ain't do no crime
'Cause he aint never do shit no he ain't doing time
'Cause I been on that new school you know I'm on that new cool
You know I'm smoking good shit you only smoking boo foo
I'm twenty one I might just make another one for summer fun
I'm twenty one I might just have a blast with some summer huns
And speaking of I think I know who yo' ass is just speaking of
It's me it's me you know it's the OG
You know I'm smoking good good you know I'm smoking weed
You know I'm smoking good packs I'm all about that tree

Tryna to find a nine to five so I can get my life in line
Had a dream inside my mind that I'ma have the nicest rhymes
And be the kind of legend of rap that your daughters and sons admire
But everyone would clown my passion
"You sound like trash kid put down the pad and move on from rapping
Eminem knockoff without the talent"
I think that they're just mad they can't do it like me
Butchered lyrics on a paper they can't use it nicely
The competitions chicken scratches compared to my gruesome rhyming
Still searching for a worthy opponent someone who can try me
But I'm the only kid with the cojones to speak
The truth in a world where there is no honesty
Tell me who is colder than me bolder than me and close to a king
Excluding The Goat and Richie OG and T
Ain't no entity can bring a painful slow end to me
You claim your popping well then show the receipts
Lambs tryna fuck with goats don't intervene
What's a goon to a god what's a Logan to me?
'Shelly aint royalty don't compare that hoe to a queen
Won't change my image for mid class fuck the polos with jeans
You can kiss as with chapped lips while my pants sag so low to my knees
Original kid no copying bringing my own flow to the scene
That's the reintroduction to me for those who don't know the old me
It's the rebirth of hip hop from last breath to golden pristine
And now you know you know it's the old me
Now the local goat from a dream they called corny
Wrapping circles around the clowns who said rap wasn't for me
You know you know you know it's the OG
And now you know you know it's the old me