Letter To The OG (feat. Big Doobie)

Bomb in the building Bomb in the building Let's go to work This letter's for the og Bomb in the building like where you been at Cooling like the side of the pillow you lay your head at Giving people just what they wanted I recommend that Hits like a boxer talking to where your chin at Tougher then the bull I'm a dozer Sipping on the saki while I polish my trophies Making lots of money like I'm having a gold rush Bringing in the wins I am that kind of solider Yeah Call it bad boy malachi Ride but hell if I Know my way around Still get hella done Bomb shit hella fun First up get a run Next up get her done Mills get split around Yeah I want extragent shit Couple hundred acres I can build a castle and shit Smart enough to hit the books and rock a tassel and shit Doing all the same things that a bachelor is Yeah Yeah I come up from living way down Chilling on the playground to earth being the playground Bomb is the building and nothing that you should play round Think of wearing smiles and doing it everyday bruh I don't drop the ball I'm on fire Half court shots from deep then wave bye ya Shoot my shot with heat The god writes this High nice kids you think you like violence Now you gotta feel The cut it hurts deeply Trips out seas for please or no reason I get paid with ease like I'm breathing Rest my head for tours in four seasons Stacks on stacks of cash I'm big beaming Iced out chain supplies a bright beaming Talk my talk you feel and got meaning All out real I'm last the Mohicans This letter's for my og You're talking to the og This letter's for the og This letter's for the og You're talking to the Its Doobie Yeah nigga that's me And since I turned 16 I been my own og Ain't a hood in az a nigga don't know me Ran up a couple quarter tickets and we stay low key ya bitch The heart of a lion the eye of the tiger The ogs love me cause I got jammed and didn't flow through the wire I stand on principles and morals taught by gangstas and hustlers Pimps and players and even got some game from some squares Thats why no matter my environment I adapt and prevail Whether cooperate office back alley corner or jail Stripper bitch with a business plan Her doctor from Yale All I need is loyalty and to believe you won't tell I'm a unicorn sasquatch ufo god RIP to my only og Jim Bob Said its gator life on mine till the world blow My city know that I'm the fucking best and now it's time to let the world know You trying keep your bitch away from me Cause once your girl know First time she alone with me Doobie make your girl go Mine mine mine Then I'm coming down your girl throat Told buddy I ain't f*ck her I just sell your girl dope Its Doobie Like what the f*ck did you expect If you wolfing on the internet you're really not a threat Every og that I ever met Said never let them see you sweat For family money or respect You up to take two to the neck Its Doobie You talking to the OG You looking at the OG