O.T.I.S (Over Thought Incomplete Statements)

CG

Coupe with the tints, go through erry light
This rap shit just in me like parasites
I notice I'm blessed, God then saved my life
Where I'm from, you need sticks, we don't touch a knife
Niggas iffy, can't trust em', might turn to mice
Girls be tryn throw the oop, don't believe the hype
How much heart do you got, ain't no fear in height
Heavy metal that's loaded, ah take your life
We ain't playin', so get it together
I done told y'all, just come with the pressure
Lovin' thotties gon' bring all that extra
J-Rock get ah play, he eye ball, ain't no measure

Gang ah blessings for me, worse for you
All my niggas got kids and loose screws
Well protected, I won't make the news
Buddy then tried, was left hangin no noose
My motivation different, comin from the slums
Heat up that boy chest, I think he need some tums
Your bitch said I'm the best, she use the tongue for fun
Nd killin' all my kids, I'm dialin' 9-1-1
Talkin' onna net, it's real life implications
Died onna block, should've an education
Niggas talk too much, startin' investigations
Tellin' people stories, better start ah publications
When you sleep your brain work, thinkin' when you dead
Bruh left the scene, thinkin' one was dead
It kept being ah problem, thinkin' what he did
Thoughts made him sweet, now he thinkin' why he dead
Ghost ride the whip and still uppin', I play too much cod
He pillow talkin', watch me pull his cards
Say he have emotion, but he tellin' lies
Just looked up his stats, he ain't gettin' no yards
Cause my niggas stopped that
Body magic, but I just want the top hat
33 shots out the rocket, I pop that
Reachin' for sun, his arm, Ima chop that

Puttin' myself in position to feed the fam, I gotta get to them rackades
Ain't thinkin' bout coulda's and woulda's
I'm livin' real life, never been one to stargaze
Said, Kayy, why you spinnin' so much
You a sneaky lil' fuck, let her come through the quick maze
Pussy is pussy, don't benefit nothin
Installed in my mind at ah early age
But the way she take care of ah nigga
I'm thinkin' about rings, might be stuck till my old days
She still gon' be naggin', I'm hittin' the stu
Like ah J to protect me from old ways
Yeah, I got the scoopa, it's good teachin' tricks
So I ain't thinkin' bout how niggas throwin' shade
I got obligations to take care of fam
So I'm busy my mind stuck on gettin' paid
Chillin', sippin' on lemonade
The J of za, sittin' on M's turnin' renegades
These niggas don't get me, they lost tryna relate
But need pairs of real nigga hearin' aids
Ain't the one that's gon' downgrade
I'ma keep goin' up, get me rich in a decade
And I'm sharp as a knife blade

But I'm movin' in silence
Wake up, choose nothin' but violence
Now they at the service, playin' the violins
If I go down, who gon' have my back
If I need bond, who gon' go and trap
Nd it's never the situation, it's the principle
I want them both, I ain't got time to pick and choose
I show my face here and there playin' peek-a-boo
Don't fuck with the devil, ain't part of y'all rituals

Black said we ain't ridin' with standards
So I had to switch up the kit
These niggas just rappin', aint active
They fake tryin' drag, show his ass how to drag onnat bitch
These youngins ain't havin' no heart, in any altercation
The first thing they reach for is stick
In the fourth, we applyin' that pressure
We makin' them quit, errything like a championship

Pops was the only one gave me a lift, when ah nigga was down at his lowest
They playin' both sides, in cahoots with them niggas
Recruitin' like kayy wouldn't notice
I'm the one at wherever I do, I be playin' it humble
I'm him, but I try not to show it
I give it my all in the booth, I be pourin' my heart
Makin' statements, I feel like I'm OTIS
Man, I feel like I'm OTIS

Ayee Kayy
Section 8 Baby



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Writer(s): Kenneth Scott Jr
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