O.c. - In the Paint lyrics

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O.c. - In the Paint lyrics

[Intro - O.C.] Uh, yeah, we in the paint Gage, Bars Boxing n***as out Uh, shooting them three points all day [Verse 1 - O.C.] The chef's in the kitchen The washer automatic to do dishes No secrets here for some who's suspicious It's live when y'all film it With me and my comrades in the building We've earnt that spot for top billing Sky's the limit, there's no ceilings When it's call for a celebration Let that pain pour from uncorked bottles Got them mami's frisky On sapphire gin, shots are no joke Got my insides hot I'm locked in, this is way beyond beats and bars This here's ours and them stars From the musical, showcased at the Gershwin theatre Real life happens around us, prepare us all for the unknown I read between sideways slick talk and sarcastic undertones Like when the summer's gone And when the winter come The cold steel spark a flame when I lift that *gun* [Verse 2 - Majestic Gage] Show hit my line, told me it was go time Putting my foot in these n***as a** as I show mine Your bro fine, I got the glow slime Flow wise I'm on my own time, f** a n***a co-sign If it wasn't for this music No telling where I would be today Was birthed into this So take a sample it's in my DNA Missed the call but right on time, despite a brief delay That boy be going hard in the paint, plus he can sink the J Whether it's in front or behind the arc Whenever I decide to spark Press the bu*ton I'm 'bout to line 'em park First guy to start then it's lines of chalk My lines are sharp, lion heart Godly stroke with the pen designing art He raised the bar to a higher mark Genetic strand show you that this man Is cut from a different design of cloth Quiet but once the mic is on is when I decide to talk Designed your loss, now take it n***a I'm signing off [Verse 3 - David Bars] It's more than bars Any time I tell you something it's power Chase the bag Don't get distracted by f**ing with cowards I never lose my train of thought You know this game is ours I put in overtime I'm way beyond the forty hours Diggin in the crate again Watch these n***as hate again Said it wasn't time I guess it was, you probably late again Looking at my plate I know you starving, we just ate again Treat it like the lotto 'Cos my motto is I play to win Your paper thin If you ain't talking paper you can save it then All I needed was my foot in the door So I could make it in All these strangers acting like we friends I guess I made it then Here we go, here them n***as go They being fake again I just gave 'em shopping I just went and bought some BAPE again That sweater with the ape again I'm 'bout to put out a tape again Bronx n***as with large figures It's all n***as pulling all triggers We calm hitters they can't get us

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