Olde E OG Lyrics

While you chasing the cake for the candy

C Keys Don't want to be a rapper

Thinking shit is sweet on a sixteen

That is not what I'm after

Stab you in the back

Then come back to dap you

Don't want to know the man but demand dough

Hand full of bands of ban dough to hand your ass to the enemy

For the cash flow

Hate behind your back to be commando

Thinking back to childhood a tadpole when I

Didn't stand my ground just like a flag pole

And a friend to claim will be an asshole

When you let them know accuse you of attacking knowing good and well

Very intent to jack you

Then want to act like a pastor

Getting tired of games just like hasbro

Everybody now a days is wearing a mask yo

I soaked the game up from ogees

Ogees with olde e he told me

Some of the closest be phony

Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing

Hey Some will

Make up a make believe beef

So the word on the street is we're no longer homies

All cause I'm an emcee

But that is back seat

To being C Keys

That is somehow

To you annoying

Way I freestyle

You say is boring

Minute I'm touring

Ya all up on me

Like where's the money

You got to show me

It's so bologna

I'm in a lane of all mine

And this little light of mine is going shine

Bigger than a rhyme I perform in lime light

Father of four and a beautiful wife

Work a nine to five and a beautiful life

And I got a fetish for the love of mankind

Joy for the strength bringing sight to the blind

In a world full of hate its about damn time

I soaked the game up from ogees

Ogee with olde e he told me

Some of the closest be phony

Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing

They hate with no piece the whole thing

Will hate the most and be low key

Thats when the chills came upon me

Realize that they don't really know me

Some go Rambo

Oh for the one the bando

Burn a bridge turn around run out of ammo

Treating your life like it's Procter and Gamble

Humpty to dump your egg a get scrambled

Pilot the stove

Snitch on your folk

Talking all bad

It's too hot to handle

Kicking up sand

Since we were in sandals

Now you judge

What happen to love

Shoulder shrug

Dropping the gavel

Casting a stone

Mouth full of gravel

Mixing your words

And talking of scrabble

In my face you Grey Poupon

Meanwhile the crutch to hold you up

In a scrap match back to back a be your vertebrae

But I had to turn away

Enough is enough

Middle finger to the critics who criticize with the gimmicks

I soaked the game up from ogees

Ogee with olde e he told me

Some of the closest be phony

Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing

They hate with no piece the whole thing

Will hate the most and be low key

Thats when the chills came upon me

Realize that they don't really know me

I soaked the game up from ogees

Ogee with olde e he told me

Some of the closest be phony

Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing

They hate with no piece the whole thing

Will hate the most and be low key

Thats when the chills came upon me

Realize that they don't really know me