Fabolous - Young OG lyrics

n***a, don't tell me what n***as say about me Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me It's levels to this sh**, it's different categories (yea) Can't be like them n***as out here looking fat and gory They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry And talkin' 'bout, ”man that n***a don't deserve that sh**” Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that sh** We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that sh** Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that sh** My ex texted me last night, but I curve that sh** Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that sh** (ERR!) That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word) I love getting brain, that never made me dumb All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea) Only feelings for this b**h - you been shoulda gave me some I knew n***as who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me) Drink the whole f**ing juice and never saved me some (feel me) I know how young n***as feel, I had to live through sh** See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you sh** I learned that n***as gon be n***as, yeah we shouldn't do it But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it Running round k**ing sh**, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice) That's why they call me Young OG And Ima spit this dope sh** 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 And f** them n***as online, reply why? Broke n***as talking cause it's free wifi, uhh [Outro: Excerpt from the movie "Baby Boy"] "I hear you; you know the problem with you lil n***as? You think you know everything about the damn world.. and you don't know sh** I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it You gotta learn the difference between guns and bu*ter It's two types of n***as in this world: they're n***as with guns and n***as with bu*ter Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know sh** that appreciate with value What's the bu*ter? Cars, clothes, j**elry - all that other bullsh** that don't mean sh** after you buy it That is what it's all about - guns and bu*ter baby! Lil dumb motherf**ers" [echoes]