[Hook: 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 [Verse 1: Fabolous]

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 ***, 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 ***"

Like "I was really in these streets, I used to serve that ***"

We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that ***

Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that ***

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

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

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 *** juice and never saved me some

I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through ***

See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you ***

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' *** and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"

That's why they call me "Young OG"

And I'ma spit this dope *** 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 *** them niggas online, reply why

Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi [Hook] [Verse 2: Fabolous] 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'ma 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 goes 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 [Hook]