I'm a real OG, I be real low-key Don't got no time for you, ain't got no time for me Always in the streets, always on my feet You don't want no beef, I'm always tryna eat I'm tryna chill, that's why I'm rappin' on these beats This ain't no music, this some thug poetry I put my pain, I put my life in melody *** a job, plus I got some felony I need a win, yeah, I need a victory Ain't talkin' money, yeah, you can't meet with me They wanna hang, you can't join the winter team Ain't friendly, yeah, I'm always lookin' mean You a up, you a jockey, yeah, you rollin' off a beam You a up, you a jockey, catch it like it, we gon' squeeze I'm too low-key, I'm smokin' OG I'm too low-key, nigga, you can't hang with me I be in the streets, yeah, you know I'm tryna eat Say you want my head, count me like I'm boutta squeeze What you know about me? Tell me what you know about me You might know my name, but, nigga, you don't know me I can never fall off, gotta keep it steady I take three deep, yeah, add it, add it Boy, you know I'm bout to go out, and you know I'm ready Couch is lackin' in my hood, you ain't never ready I'm a real nigga smokin' fruits, pull up in the coupe I'm a real nigga, you a bitch, you a baddie, boop Yeah, yeah, nigga, I don't smoke no boot Yeah, yeah, nigga, pull up, I'ma shoot All my niggas bought wide, yeah, we loose Nigga, you a lame, you ain't got no juice You ain't got no bread, you ain't got no juice You ain't from the hood, you ain't got tomatoes in your soup I'm a real OG, I be real low-key Don't got no time for you, ain't got no time for me Always in the streets, always on my feet You don't want no beef, I'm always tryna eat I'm tryna chill, that's why I'm rappin' on these beats This ain't no music, this some thug poetry I put my pain, I put my life in melodies *** a job, plus I got some felony