Don't let me get in my cool
You mad cuz you need rules
Yo Dj ain't professional
You needs to get a CLUE
Flow sick serving them soup
Your paper small like two seat coups
I'm too high in the sky
Looking like ants when I see you
Time to work said my boy J
Surfing on them firewaves
Knock it out the park
My spliff always stayed sparked
This my life transferred in art
Beast outta the cage
Break mics down to the smallest parts
Yo track sho need work
Don't even wanna make her twerk
Saw that tumbleweed you rolled
Said put that shit back in the dirt
Whats wrong with you?
That sweet you bought dry too
All those sticks and those seeds
Looking like timberland boot trees
But I stay ACG
Y'all don't even know what that means
When I say ACG
That means Always Crushing Green
And I might not have a car
But my drive is faster than y'all
She saw my cool
She was in AWE
Fingersnapped them tits
Up outta that bra
RAW
Can't talk right now
Cuz ya boy is gettin busy
From my back to the map
I put in on for the city
I'm from BEXAR county
So you know I'm on my grizzy
Plus I keep it low key
Like a 2-1-OG
Already
OG(Otaku Gang) Too deep
Off road like 4x4 jeeps
Yo swag like yo talk
Ignorant loud and cheap
Everybody got gucci
Everybody got Louie
This NewEra I wear
Custom made
Can't find this at no boutique
High on life no marijuana
Don't sweat em even in saunas
Love and hip-hop
But no drama
A real boss don't babysit corners
The block ain't going nowhere
Keep standing on it
You won't either
If that girl ain't equally yoked
Don't make her your wife
Just leave her
Cuz ain't nobody got time for that
No lustfulness bout to hold me back
Temptations a motherf*cker
You laid up with her undercover
Now you hate her
9 months later
She became your baby mother
17 still in high school
T-Jones like "what you bout to do"
Can't sit up here letting time pass by
Gotta walk by faith not sight
Went from baggy jeans and tall t's
Now you Eggsy with suit and ties
K-I-N-G
They envy cuz they empty
But I show em love like God above
No matter if you my enemy
COOL
Can't talk right now
Cuz ya boy is gettin busy
From my back to the map
I put in on for the city
I'm from BEXAR county
So you know I'm on my grizzy
Plus I keep it low key
Like a 2-1-OG
Already
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English
Don't let me get in my cool
You mad cuz you need rules
Yo Dj ain't professional
You needs to get a CLUE
Flow sick serving them soup
Your paper small like two seat coups
I'm too high in the sky
Looking like ants when I see you
Time to work said my boy J
Surfing on them firewaves
Knock it out the park
My spliff always stayed sparked
This my life transferred in art
Beast outta the cage
Break mics down to the smallest parts
Yo track sho need work
Don't even wanna make her twerk
Saw that tumbleweed you rolled
Said put that shit back in the dirt
Whats wrong with you?
That sweet you bought dry too
All those sticks and those seeds
Looking like timberland boot trees
But I stay ACG
Y'all don't even know what that means
When I say ACG
That means Always Crushing Green
And I might not have a car
But my drive is faster than y'all
She saw my cool
She was in AWE
Fingersnapped them tits
Up outta that bra
RAW
Can't talk right now
Cuz ya boy is gettin busy
From my back to the map
I put in on for the city
I'm from BEXAR county
So you know I'm on my grizzy
Plus I keep it low key
Like a 2-1-OG
Already
OG(Otaku Gang) Too deep
Off road like 4x4 jeeps
Yo swag like yo talk
Ignorant loud and cheap
Everybody got gucci
Everybody got Louie
This NewEra I wear
Custom made
Can't find this at no boutique
High on life no marijuana
Don't sweat em even in saunas
Love and hip-hop
But no drama
A real boss don't babysit corners
The block ain't going nowhere
Keep standing on it
You won't either
If that girl ain't equally yoked
Don't make her your wife
Just leave her
Cuz ain't nobody got time for that
No lustfulness bout to hold me back
Temptations a motherf*cker
You laid up with her undercover
Now you hate her
9 months later
She became your baby mother
17 still in high school
T-Jones like "what you bout to do"
Can't sit up here letting time pass by
Gotta walk by faith not sight
Went from baggy jeans and tall t's
Now you Eggsy with suit and ties
K-I-N-G
They envy cuz they empty
But I show em love like God above
No matter if you my enemy
COOL
Can't talk right now
Cuz ya boy is gettin busy
From my back to the map
I put in on for the city
I'm from BEXAR county
So you know I'm on my grizzy
Plus I keep it low key
Like a 2-1-OG
Already
You mad cuz you need rules
Yo Dj ain't professional
You needs to get a CLUE
Flow sick serving them soup
Your paper small like two seat coups
I'm too high in the sky
Looking like ants when I see you
Time to work said my boy J
Surfing on them firewaves
Knock it out the park
My spliff always stayed sparked
This my life transferred in art
Beast outta the cage
Break mics down to the smallest parts
Yo track sho need work
Don't even wanna make her twerk
Saw that tumbleweed you rolled
Said put that shit back in the dirt
Whats wrong with you?
That sweet you bought dry too
All those sticks and those seeds
Looking like timberland boot trees
But I stay ACG
Y'all don't even know what that means
When I say ACG
That means Always Crushing Green
And I might not have a car
But my drive is faster than y'all
She saw my cool
She was in AWE
Fingersnapped them tits
Up outta that bra
RAW
Can't talk right now
Cuz ya boy is gettin busy
From my back to the map
I put in on for the city
I'm from BEXAR county
So you know I'm on my grizzy
Plus I keep it low key
Like a 2-1-OG
Already
OG(Otaku Gang) Too deep
Off road like 4x4 jeeps
Yo swag like yo talk
Ignorant loud and cheap
Everybody got gucci
Everybody got Louie
This NewEra I wear
Custom made
Can't find this at no boutique
High on life no marijuana
Don't sweat em even in saunas
Love and hip-hop
But no drama
A real boss don't babysit corners
The block ain't going nowhere
Keep standing on it
You won't either
If that girl ain't equally yoked
Don't make her your wife
Just leave her
Cuz ain't nobody got time for that
No lustfulness bout to hold me back
Temptations a motherf*cker
You laid up with her undercover
Now you hate her
9 months later
She became your baby mother
17 still in high school
T-Jones like "what you bout to do"
Can't sit up here letting time pass by
Gotta walk by faith not sight
Went from baggy jeans and tall t's
Now you Eggsy with suit and ties
K-I-N-G
They envy cuz they empty
But I show em love like God above
No matter if you my enemy
COOL
Can't talk right now
Cuz ya boy is gettin busy
From my back to the map
I put in on for the city
I'm from BEXAR county
So you know I'm on my grizzy
Plus I keep it low key
Like a 2-1-OG
Already
Writer: Devon Bennett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, REAL TALK 4 LIFE REAL TALK ENTERTAINMENT