The Originalz

Tryna keep my dawgs outta the dog pound

You already know, for my niggas I'm going all out

Lil nigga, wat'chu talkin' 'bout?

I was 16 when I made it out my mom house

Private locations, they cannot find us

Can't describe my touch without the midas

Heart of a tiger, concrete jungle survivor

We was tryna multiply while they was tryna divide us, uh

Yeah, and you telling stories nobody buyin'

Yeah, you telling stories, they know you lyin'

We ju' over here laughing at you and smokin' the finest

I'm starting to lose respect for these niggas that I admire

Realized most of them is livin' double lives

But fuck it, I'm dropping hits and this shit one hell of a high

Don't you doubt me, I'll ride if it's ever 'bout me and mines

Damn! Look, but you can go ahead and try

But swear to God, I promise you not gonna survive

But you can pull on the boy if you really ready to die

I don't feel, I'm too ill

Try your luck if you will

To make it out the bottom takes skills

Free my guys on those fields

Originalz, originalz

Cannot duplicate it too original

You the copy cat, we the originalz

Cannot duplicate it too original

Hold on a minute, I bet you thought I was finished

I've been back to back, big blunt smokin', high as a pigeon, uh

Came from the trenches, got niggas stuck in the trap

So you know it's never a gimmick whenever I kick a rap

Yeah, came from the trenches and now I'm up in the building

So I understand if you motherfuckers hate me for living

Ju' keep your distance, don't fuck with me and my niggas

'Cause I promise that we gonna do you dirty like the dishes

Rich in spirit but I still get visions of Mansa Musa

Money on my medulla, ducking all the' Medusa's

I know they know I'm different, they watching how I manoeuvre

I'm bustin' down all the doors, never needed no one's approval, nah

Never needed approval

Everyone that said they made me can never make 'em a new one