Something like bravado
Want chains and Monte Carlos
No pain no gain no fame
Your destiny's to follow
You spin the bottle miss the kiss of death
But you do it again keep thumping on ya chest no rest
A steely man with no desire to love
Everywhere you go you move like OJ and gloves
Another bitter mood killer wannabe drug dealer MC go figure not me I'm realer you'll see
But damn I can't be thinking that I'm better
Just because I went to college or type rhymes and fancy letters
That don't mean that your experience's lesser
Or you're not still a man tryna figure out your questions
The world turned everything into a hustle
Like who can be the biggest hypocrite we need a muzzle
And bring it back to love realize that we all cousins
Or else keep up the cycle hurt each other devil loves it
(Ayo Isaiah)
(Yo I heard you had a plan right?)
To be stronger this is what I'm on sir
This whole world is bout to end of we don't get on stirring
So I try to do my own thing
I'm tryna spread this goodness all around me
Ain't tryna do nothing
I'm tryna make good music
I'm blessed to say I'm living my life so lavish
People really tryna slash it
I keep my composure as I keep on going with my bad habits
(I keep my composure)
To my mind it's a progress I know it so
Why you tryna push me over out to the shore
I had to go back and tell them what is up
Yeah love galore
Uh the deal they ain't understand a single thing
So why you tryna make my heart spill
I ain't even opened up the gateway
And my mindset is being so for real
(Check check check)
Uh he kick it hard like an ass whooping
Seems to me the apple ain't too far in the grass look it
He took it like the ones before him
No pouring nor storming won't stop him in the public forum
Women adore him they call him Young Question
And he treat him nice cuz he's thinking like Heston
On Soylent Green but the boy can be mean
Don't look directly into his eyes when he's on the scene
Seventeen the man with the planned scheme
Hold the mic with tight grip he might need some hand cream
Message through the can though it's nothing like spam meat
No matter if it's presented on biscuits you can't beat the real thing
Power wielding in the shower will sing
Hillbillies is that your girl in the building?
If that's the case then face it
They made the place lit
Laid to a playlist
She forgot her bracelet
Huh? (Ain't no way)
OJ SIMPSON (feat. ZachPlatinum & DeNiM) Video (MV)
Performed By: Question?
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Zachary Williams, Micah Brown, Isaiah Matthew
Question? - OJ SIMPSON (feat. ZachPlatinum & DeNiM) Lyrics
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Something like bravado
Want chains and Monte Carlos
No pain no gain no fame
Your destiny's to follow
You spin the bottle miss the kiss of death
But you do it again keep thumping on ya chest no rest
A steely man with no desire to love
Everywhere you go you move like OJ and gloves
Another bitter mood killer wannabe drug dealer MC go figure not me I'm realer you'll see
But damn I can't be thinking that I'm better
Just because I went to college or type rhymes and fancy letters
That don't mean that your experience's lesser
Or you're not still a man tryna figure out your questions
The world turned everything into a hustle
Like who can be the biggest hypocrite we need a muzzle
And bring it back to love realize that we all cousins
Or else keep up the cycle hurt each other devil loves it
(Ayo Isaiah)
(Yo I heard you had a plan right?)
To be stronger this is what I'm on sir
This whole world is bout to end of we don't get on stirring
So I try to do my own thing
I'm tryna spread this goodness all around me
Ain't tryna do nothing
I'm tryna make good music
I'm blessed to say I'm living my life so lavish
People really tryna slash it
I keep my composure as I keep on going with my bad habits
(I keep my composure)
To my mind it's a progress I know it so
Why you tryna push me over out to the shore
I had to go back and tell them what is up
Yeah love galore
Uh the deal they ain't understand a single thing
So why you tryna make my heart spill
I ain't even opened up the gateway
And my mindset is being so for real
(Check check check)
Uh he kick it hard like an ass whooping
Seems to me the apple ain't too far in the grass look it
He took it like the ones before him
No pouring nor storming won't stop him in the public forum
Women adore him they call him Young Question
And he treat him nice cuz he's thinking like Heston
On Soylent Green but the boy can be mean
Don't look directly into his eyes when he's on the scene
Seventeen the man with the planned scheme
Hold the mic with tight grip he might need some hand cream
Message through the can though it's nothing like spam meat
No matter if it's presented on biscuits you can't beat the real thing
Power wielding in the shower will sing
Hillbillies is that your girl in the building?
If that's the case then face it
They made the place lit
Laid to a playlist
She forgot her bracelet
Huh? (Ain't no way)
Want chains and Monte Carlos
No pain no gain no fame
Your destiny's to follow
You spin the bottle miss the kiss of death
But you do it again keep thumping on ya chest no rest
A steely man with no desire to love
Everywhere you go you move like OJ and gloves
Another bitter mood killer wannabe drug dealer MC go figure not me I'm realer you'll see
But damn I can't be thinking that I'm better
Just because I went to college or type rhymes and fancy letters
That don't mean that your experience's lesser
Or you're not still a man tryna figure out your questions
The world turned everything into a hustle
Like who can be the biggest hypocrite we need a muzzle
And bring it back to love realize that we all cousins
Or else keep up the cycle hurt each other devil loves it
(Ayo Isaiah)
(Yo I heard you had a plan right?)
To be stronger this is what I'm on sir
This whole world is bout to end of we don't get on stirring
So I try to do my own thing
I'm tryna spread this goodness all around me
Ain't tryna do nothing
I'm tryna make good music
I'm blessed to say I'm living my life so lavish
People really tryna slash it
I keep my composure as I keep on going with my bad habits
(I keep my composure)
To my mind it's a progress I know it so
Why you tryna push me over out to the shore
I had to go back and tell them what is up
Yeah love galore
Uh the deal they ain't understand a single thing
So why you tryna make my heart spill
I ain't even opened up the gateway
And my mindset is being so for real
(Check check check)
Uh he kick it hard like an ass whooping
Seems to me the apple ain't too far in the grass look it
He took it like the ones before him
No pouring nor storming won't stop him in the public forum
Women adore him they call him Young Question
And he treat him nice cuz he's thinking like Heston
On Soylent Green but the boy can be mean
Don't look directly into his eyes when he's on the scene
Seventeen the man with the planned scheme
Hold the mic with tight grip he might need some hand cream
Message through the can though it's nothing like spam meat
No matter if it's presented on biscuits you can't beat the real thing
Power wielding in the shower will sing
Hillbillies is that your girl in the building?
If that's the case then face it
They made the place lit
Laid to a playlist
She forgot her bracelet
Huh? (Ain't no way)
Writer: Zachary Williams, Micah Brown, Isaiah Matthew
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid