Young Og Ii Lyrics - Fabolous

- Abir Haronni:] 

Troubled tears, they'll land you there 

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 

Look, the saddest story 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, 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 them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie 

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 gettins' good, after that preserve that shit 

My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit 

Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit 

That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some 

I love getting 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 

Drink the whole fucking 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 admitting to it 

Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it 

Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it" 

That's why they call me "Young OG" 

And I'm a 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 wifi 

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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 listenin' and drop wiz em 

Pops vision the bottoms 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 

Not with that mentality, that something gotta give 

Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers 

Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger 

Still, scared that you 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, how to do things 

How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings 

How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing 

Gotta have a OG, to 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 having pups do 

Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet 

Before it does 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 

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