Lyrics

they quick to take my style/ im the original
they mad that when im round/ it feel like 10 below
been cold since i touched down/ as if u didnt know
so do we got a problem, i know it aint no problem/


i promise i can keep things going from the jump/
im the og running round with hittas in the trunk/
been addicted to the game, making bangas be a breeze/
i aint one to wear no chain, but i rep for BNC/
i been feelin like, the game has a problem/
cuz i never see my name, in the columns/
last laugh, im the bane of the drama/
type of dude to bring a flame, in the summer/


start it up, with the lighter/flame on/
never stuck with the right/so i change tones/
how it feels when u bang, get a deal in the game, but i still feel the same/ cuz i came wrong/
see orginally i had to grind and stuff/
in the lab missin meals gives your mind a fuck/
hear the chime on the bell, see the time is up/
feel like jake on the stalk, tryna climb on up/but look
im pushin forward, with these problems on my back/like
im in the moment, when your product hits like crack/pipe
i hear this song, it come together the exact/type
you see me juggin, then you know i aint gone act/right