O.O.T.G. ft. Eazy Iovine Lyrics

Let me take you back when we was young and was dumb

Chill with the gang, it's a bundle of fun

Whether I'm in Houston and would run with a gun

Or in New York with the razor under the tongue

My life was kinda like a monster tale

This macaroni this ain't pasta shells

Unless they serving it with lobster tails

The "weigh" I move is like I got a scale

Reminisce on days when I had rocks for sale

But nowadays I got a lots for sale

She told me the she seeing lots of 12

If you go to jail bitch I gots the bail

In the cut trying to vibe and shit

Till niggas get me on some violent shit

They keep on saying they on demon time

So now I'm out here exercising shit

Nigga I said what I said

He thought he was hot on his block

He was low when we rolled

So his man and them dead

Tried to run inside his home

Caught a few in his dome like a hand in his head

You think that you stacking paper little nigga

You can't even stand on your bread

Now I'm in Harry's with a hangover trying to get the lamb over egg

She think it's a lot but it's not

He was all on the strip just popping his shit till a nigga tried popping his top

I just seen a opp

Let me out the car and pull up to the end of the block

I heard that when death come

It don't knock

It just got a key for the lock

We livin in dark days so I'm keeping it light cause I'm needing a light

Roll a big ass Backwood

When I spark it look like a meteorite

Truth be told I took a step to the other side just so I could see what it's like

Kinda strange but I wouldn't change a thing in this life for an easier life

Lame ass nigga believing the hype

Got a model want meet up tonight

Imma boss she wanna see what it's like

I'm rocking all black like a thief in the night

Tryna punch so I need me a site

You to slow I might leave you behind

I'm the truth, so I know if you lying

You a swipe and your card a decline

Flying private not missing no flights

Got a model don't even eat rice

Check my email confirming the price

Life's a gamble a roll of the dice

I could get a few pies of the white

Whole thing I ain't selling a slice

Got no luggage I'm keeping it light

Now they know that my future is bright