Troubled tears, they´ll land you here Open your eyes it´s all a disguise The fear that you feel is not real, not real The fear that you feel is not real, no
Similar sky, similar ties But I know all about you, I do
It´s not real, yeah... look The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory Had the forei´s, diamond watches and the baddest shorties Now they in their latter 40´s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey I´m from a different cloth, that ain´t the pattern for me There´s levels to this shit, it´s different categories Can´t be like these niggas out here, lookin´ fat and gaudy
They ain´t never won no rings, but be mad at Horry Talkin´ ´bout, "Man that nigga don´t deserve that shit" Like, "I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit" We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit Get it while the getting´s good after that preserve that shit My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit Coulda end up hittin´ it, be too late to swerve that shit That´s a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some I love gettin´ brain, that never made me dumb All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs Drank the whole fuckin´ juice and never saved me some I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit See the world as constipated, nobody gon´ give you shit I learned that niggas gon´ be niggas, yeah we shouldn´t do it But hoes gon´ be hoes, they just ain´t admittin´ to it Where I been? Gettin´ to it, goin´ through and gettin´ through it Runnin´ round killin´ shit and tellin´ cops, "I didn´t do it" That´s why they call me "Young OG" And I´ma spit this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG She got me chillin´ in my city but my lungs OT, yeah And fuck them niggas online, reply why Broke niggas talkin´, ´cause it´s free Wi-Fi, yeah
Troubled tears, they´ll land you here Open your eyes it´s all a disguise The fear that you feel is not real, not real The fear that you feel is not real, no Similar sky, similar ties But I know all about you, I do
Yeah, haha My son gon´ be a king, I tell him every morning
I put my chain on his neck, right now it´s heavy on him One day it´ll all be his, so I´m forever on him I test him all the time and I never warn him I pop quiz him like stop, listen and drop wisdom Pops vision; the bottom´s crowded, the top isn´t We talk guap missions, cops, prison I help him see it clearly, I´m his life optician Could learn from my experience but youngin´ gotta live Just not with that mentality, that something gotta give ´Cause that´s how we grew up, probably should´ve picked for boogers Nah, we was on them streets, juggin´ for that mugger Still, scared that you still could get killed That fear that you feel was that real
But I´m there like, "I will not get killed" So that fear that I feel is not real, boy I´m a true King, tryna raise a new king I wanna show him stuff, teach him how to do things How to ride a bike, how to tie his shoe strings How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing Gotta have the OG, give you that "Go ´head" I don´t blame you niggas, I blame your old head I know all about that, my poppa wasn´t down Poppa used to come through, poppa doesn´t now Shoulda´ protected me, but poppa wasn´t ´round So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too Turn you to a big dog, that´s what havin´ pups do Did a lot, but I know I ain´t done yet Before it goes down, I make sure that my son set You made so strong, you made this whole song
You made me Young OG, love you Johan Troubled tears, they´ll land you here Open your eyes it´s all a disguise The fear that you feel is not real, not real The fear that you feel is not real, no Similar sky, similar ties But I know all about you, I do