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I don't talk a lot but you know what's on my mind
Dollar signs I still haven't hit my prime
I don't talk about it but you know what's on my mind
Look in your eyes, I can tell she want to be mine
Nino on the beat so you know I gotta kill it
Got them saying RIP every time I get to spitting
Niggas know me as OG97 I'm the realest
And I cannot get no sleep till my niggas touch a million
Lot of bad karma
Niggas acting like some hoes cuz they always want drama
I don't want no beef so I handle all my problems
Trying to find my peace I been searching for nirvana
Rolling up some ganja
I'm just getting started and I put that on my momma
I've been riding around with some goons and some goblins
In my side of town we can really get it popping
Yeah know what's up we tryna get rich
Taking my shot I do not miss yeah
Yeah know what's up we tryna get rich
Taking my shot I do not miss yeah
Yes yes OG97
Ladies and gentlemen
Salud, cheers, chin chin l'chaim
Now everybody gaze up at the half moon on this crystal night
Reflecting on the dualities, darkness and light and
Imagine all those far away lands with
New forms of life and
Never forget all that is
Right here
And I'm nobody to be worried about
Kept it real quiet but my pen it was never in drought
Looking down & sounding out I was never in doubt
Writing in the basement while OG was building the house
Rejoice, rejoice
People we got choice
We can feel the pressure and still keep our poise
Steady through all the weather and through all that noise
Cuz even if I ain't singing never lost my voice
And I'm dining all the naysayers
Dodging all the haymakers
Taking care of me, if you're lucky got you a day later
Always been partial to bold flavors
Slow roast the whole pig, media noche party favors
I call it rustic and elegant
A hunger for life and all it's decadence
I'm disregarding the precedent
Affinity for beauty so when I see it I'm penning it