O.G.C. - Get Ahead

Thugging in public
That's all that I know
Realest shit I never wrote
Where was you
When I was sleeping on floors
Where was you
When I was kicking in doors
You wasn't there
When I needed you
Didn't put the blame on you
I just went up and went got it
So many racks in my pocket
I look at my bitch
Like what I'm gone do with a wallet
Backwoods its full of biscotti
Bad bitch I'm feeling her body
Top shelf I'm smoking exotic
You know its pressure
Whenever I'm smoking
I'm taking that shit to the head
Watch for that nigga
He fed
Watch for that nigga
He fed
Fuck it I'm counting my bread
Fuck it I'm counting my bread
Cant let no nigga get ahead

I'm in this bitch going ape
Fuck its lets laugh to the bank
You see this ice on my neck
Bet you gone think of a lake
Got on two watches
I still pull up late
I fuck her tonight
We aint going on dates
Can't be in the gang
I heard you a snake
I woke up this morning
Like lets go get paid
Me and my niggas
We up and we with it
Really feel like the hottest
In the city
You aint got to ask
Know the killers they with me
I'm high thru the roof
Got me touching the ceiling
Minding my business
Go get you some
Shout out Kamond
He just turned 21
First thing we did
Is went got him a gun
Now when I see the ops
Better spray bet not run
Keep me a strap
When you come where I'm from
Keep shitting on niggas
I do it for fun
They tried to copy the recipe
Cant let them boys get ahead of me
I just been working
I'm trying to be a better me
Swerving in traffic
I got to get home to my son
That little shit you do
We done
12 come then you know
I'm gone run

Thugging in public
That's all that I know
Realest shit I never wrote
Where was you
When I was sleeping on floors
Where was you
When I was kicking in doors
You wasn't there
When I needed you
Didn't put the blame on you
I just went up and went got it
So many racks in my pocket
I look at my bitch
Like what I'm gone do with a wallet
Backwoods its full of biscotti
Bad bitch I'm feeling her body
Top shelf I'm smoking exotic
You know its pressure
Whenever I'm smoking
I'm taking that shit to the head
Watch for that nigga
He fed
Watch for that nigga
He fed
Fuck it I'm counting my bread
Fuck it I'm counting my bread
Can't let no nigga get ahead

Who got that syrup
Cause I need some drank
Fuck it just tell me the price
For the pint
He think that he was
But nigga you aint
I paid a little extra
Cause I cannot wait
Came along way
From that minimum wage
I'm working and serving
I got to get paid
Back in the day
We was giving out hands
But nowadays you can get hit with the k
Cant hide in your crib no more
It ain't safe
We sending shots
Right there where you lay
OG the barber
He giving out fades
I still got money
From back in the days
I'm stuck in my wave
I won't never change
I'm with the same niggas
Still giving them game
I'm in it for money
You in it for fame
Pour up an eight
Got me high in this bitch
Lately feel like I might die and shit
I'm sipping so much
Say I need to slow down
You niggas wasn't there for me
When I was down
My name ringing bells
This aint even my town
Standing on business
I mean it
Niggas be talking
But really cant show you the proof
I'm blowing gas through the roof
At a press of a button
I get him gone Poof

Thugging in public
That's all that I know
Realest shit I never wrote
Where was you
When I was sleeping on floors
Where was you
When I was kicking in doors
You wasn't there
When I needed you
Didn't put the blame on you
I just went up and went got it
So many racks in my pocket
I look at my bitch
Like what I'm gone do with a wallet
Backwoods its full of biscotti
Bad bitch I'm feeling her body
Top shelf I'm smoking exotic
You know its pressure
Whenever I'm smoking
I'm taking that shit to the head
Watch for that nigga
He fed
Watch for that nigga
He fed
Fuck it I'm counting my bread
Fuck it I'm counting my bread
Cant let no nigga get ahead

Written by:
Chris Jefferson

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