Tempo 93.50
Key Eb Minor
Start Fade @ 3:38 to 4:09
Verse 1
When I come up in the place they know me as the young one
Rolling with the O-G's like I'm their grandson
Standing in the cut about to roll me a blunt up
I have made it far and I didn't need a come up
You know it's O-G just as soon as I spark
I just blew my mind
Now I feel so unapart
Not a day goes by where I'm not high
If it ain't O-G it's exotic on my mind
Smoking sour diesel and haze on occasions
I be so high that I might start craving
Hop up out the ride and they look in amazement
You should already know O-G is what I'm blazing
I'm saying
I ain't tripping over these numbers
They need me
They want it
I just keep stunting
O-G blunting
Yo this is nothing
Look at me cuffing
O-G stunting
This O-G is something
Chorus x2
We're rolling "O-G."
We're lighting "O-G."
We're smoking "O-G."
We're so "O-G."
My team is "O-G."
We're rolling "O-G."
We're lighting "O-G."
We're smoking "O-G."
Verse 2
You should already realize everybody is mesmerized
Run up on my G's and they'll leave your a** tranquilized
Young n***a
You can see it in my eyes behind the dark shades even
I'm always fly
That is even on a day off
Question is how do I make the haters hop off
You have just heard Angel on his hood sh**
No surprise
I was born where the hood is
Rolling up weed like I got addictions
I would appreciate if I had prescriptions
Enough said is enough done
Who they want
I'm the one
Listen
I ain't tripping over these numbers
They need me
They want it
I just keep stunting
O-G blunting
Yo this is nothing
Look at me cuffing
O-G stunting
This O-G is something
Chorus x2