C.O'D. - Yayo OD-Mix lyrics

[Intro] On the corner, sellin' keys Tell my crew to go and work it out for me [Verse 1: Part 1] Aye, Yayo. Never deal in Yayo Tell me what you know about hustlin' all day Rain, hail, sleet, snow Yeah! I'm tryna eat though And houses are made from bricks here So I'll work the spot or the parking lot Just like I k**ed the internet this year Wait, hold up. Ain't this the music that you love? That yola, this Gotti music, my artistry is so confusing Haters bound to hate it cause I never sold nothin' Man, as far as they're concerned I'm fakin' it 'til I make it Rap game, crack game- No difference, just the way that you traffic your product Songs, singles, EP's, albums Dimes to grams, from pounds to bricks Now everybody's trappin', at least that's what they claim Now these rappers' fame is based off his colors and the set that he bangs And I'm just saying I ain't quick to believe what a rapper's saying [Verse 1: Part 2] On the Andover-Lawrence line posted, holdin' from 9 to 5 I got what you want, ain't this what you need? Aye, aye. And wait 'til you see what I got baby boy The trunk of my Jeep's like a pharmacy You want weed? How much? You want a gram? I can front you the Dutch Ight, none of that, but come around here, what I got in the dash Usually this off limits, but I got that Ye if you down for big spendin' I want it all, and I don't care what it costs. You got it There I am, throwin' all the work in the duffle bag With my strap in the glove-box, then dude throws me another bag It's the same one I'm loading into except this one's full of big knots Empty out the stash, next I gotta go and count the cash Turn around to tell 'em that he's missing a G Now what I see? This Desert Eag's pointed at me, Ight It'll take a second and a half about for me to grab my you-know But, by then I'll already be on the ground bleedin' and who knows? And the key is in the ignition, outta luck Need a miracle or something And if he moves, well the best I can do is duck POP! POP! POP-POP-POP! Don't be scared boy, you're hit now You're finna bleed out in a lick now And your car's on fire and he's 'bout to roll Look at the life we chose [Bridge] Look at the life we cho-ose [Verse 2] And I bet you believed that huh? And believed them too? See, they fin' play y'all for fools Cause that's how fake-a** gangstas move And I'm like the only one that exposed that And I'm the only one to really show cats: That in yo' raps, be honest, and then you can go see where your dough's at Like wait. Say bruh, is dudes still talkin' Yayo? Cause last I checked it ain't '95, and 'Pac and Biggie are not alive What I'm sayin' though is these guys jumpstarted "crack-rhymes" And young'uns followed to get baptized, regardless of it it's truth or lies Now we're stuck Cause rap music's all the same to me That's why hip-hop died, it overdosed. Cause originality is comatose And now I'm trying to tell folks move past that Honestly I'd rather hear more backpack Than how you're sittin' in the back of the 'lac strapped And now that's that [Outro] It's C.O'D. Framed, Lord of Loose-Leaf coming soon Intellect: Black Light Marab: Isolation HA/HM It's "Tha Professor" OOH! OOH! OOH! It's O.D. Hoe, Don't Overdose Yayo!