Ot

Fuck them numbers up
We gon' rage against the machine
Ain't no fakin' with peeps
Just takin' our pay then leave
Next stop is your own city
Might hit your local farmers for some more weed
Yuh, yuh, yuh
At this point, it isn't lowkey
Yuh, yuh, yuh
'Bout to fuck shit up in your scene
Yuh, yuh, yuh
And I'm mobbin' with the whole team
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Ain't no stoppin' us, we're OT
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

I gotta beautiful mind
And I spit beautiful rhymes
Each time it's true to the pine
Cannot find reasons to lie
It's either realness or die
But still the realist will lie
They tried to set my demise
My life is beautiful wow
Beautiful smoothest of flows
No compromise
You foolish playing games Viewtiful Joe
Can't step to me and mine you losing grip maneuvers too slow to slip
Pick it up and go
My niggas know we the goats of this blow smoke nigga tokin spliffs
Yea youngins tryna fuck shit up in yo scene nigga
Ain't average beat the means
By any means you weak indeed nigga
You snoozing when I put this pain I'm losing sleep
I do this for my perfect purpose painting pain is gain to me
And being true just means the world to me I'm who I claim to be
See this mirror and I'm thankful I ain't lain In shame and greed
Cause I stayed solid as I could and you never could've stepped in these
This life was never stainless G
But I walk in what made me G

Fuck them numbers up
We gon' rage against the machine
Ain't no fakin' with peeps
Just takin' our pay then leave
Next stop is your own city
Might hit your local farmers for some more weed
Yuh, yuh, yuh
At this point, it isn't lowkey
Yuh, yuh, yuh
'Bout to fuck shit up in your scene
Yuh, yuh, yuh
And I'm mobbin' with the whole team
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Ain't no stoppin' us- we're OT
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh



Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Germain
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