Og5 - Escobar

First things first, let me paint you a picture
2013 bring you back to Brasilia
Chilling in the slums with my boys and they cousins
Shooting pussy ops with our toys when they running
No morals rob a bitch's sister and her husband
Beat them up, steal their shit, leave em with nothing
Cut off their ears and watch the blood be gushing
Hit them with bats its bones we crushing
I was only 14 doing real gang shit
Fucking hooligan was a real misfit
But I made it out, thank god for that that I made it out
Gang life sucks stop acting like its mad nice
There's better ways to make dough than fucking rolling dice
Selling drugs
Toting guns
Here's some advice
I was young and dumb trapping living in the slums
Gunpowder and marijuana smoke entering my lungs
¨Get a job, go to school, get a job, go to school¨
All my fucking fam was saying while I'm tryna steal these jewels
¨Well school isn't for me, Id rather smoke and lie¨
Man school isn't for you? Well you never fucking tried
You lazy piece of shit, accepting that your'e in it
Now i'm grinding in school, I'm grinding in a different way
I'm making money legally, paychecks every friday
Man, what the fuck did you do today?
She smiles and I smile back
You and me we finesse the mismatch
Homies back such a fire track
I know you got my back cuz I got your back
Looking like a stack of snacks
Lift you up and put you on my rack
You a medal to me that's a fact
Unpack shorty when I'm with you I just relax
She hold me down like I'm at the dentist
Taking all the dirty plaque from my past
And I'm just gassed when she acting corny
I could laugh
When you pop it back you look real fat
(Yuh yuh)
When you pop it back you look real fat
(Yuh)
On my behalf we finna last and I'm just glad I can say
That you're mine, You looking like a dime
I've been waiting for such a time
If anyone messes with you, they mess with me too
I look up to you, you speak of the truth
You and me we don't lose, Just us two
(Yuh yuh)
Just us two
(Yuh yuh)
Never dicking bitches in the fucking backseat
I'm an athlete yeah I'm from the back streets
Stop sucking dick all of y'all wanna be me
Don't give em the time of the day
Still wanna see me, believe me
I don't even know what to say, you're gay
DJ Khaled don't play yourself
I don't cuz I'm valid yeah you said it yourself
When I come back around nigga don't ask for help
I'm the man with the wealth I'm in such good health
I think you should shower cuz my nigga you smell
Oh shit you couldn't, shoulda rang the bell
Hope life is going well because you just took an L
Uh yeah, on the real
All you stupid niggas know the deal
On the real, I'm just tryna boss it make it to a mill
Got the feel
Shaquille
Highlight reel
Man its still
Man of steel
So ill
No pill
But its roadkill
Its surreal
Its so real
For real
Got the man of steel concealed
Yo chill
JJ with the fla flava hater see you later caked up I'm a baker
You a faker, I move sly like slytherish
My rhymes like licorice
They sweet so I know you niggas feeling this
Fuck these niggas up with some 2k
Your girl eats my dick like its a fruit cake
My shit flows no I don't need no 2 takes
She suck dick for 2 hours gotta tooth ache
I don't fuck with these niggas they too fake
This shit is not new I don't need no news break
Shoe lace tied up need a suit case
Killing the game with this rap, like it's doomsday
Venga pues mami, yo tengo el placer
Esta noche yo no tengo nada que hacer
Ven a mi casa yo te quiero complacer
E en el mañana yo voy a desaparecer
(WOO)

Written by:
David Zorrilla, Handel Ulysse, Jeremy Cespedes, Samuel Godinho, Sebastian Larrea

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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