Rubberband O.G. - On A Mission Lyrics

Lyrics On A Mission - Rubberband O.G.



Think It's A Game
This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission
I don't see no competition
Waited my turn and I played my position
Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened
I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me
Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me
In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood
But I can't get the hood up out of me
I just found out my big homie a rat
I'm shaking my head, rolling blunts in a scat
Jumped in the booth put the hood on my back
Pop me a large tab to relax
These n*ggas been hating since I jumped off the porch
N*ggas been hating since I jumped in the streets
Bought me a gun I was ready for beef
Couldn't turn back I was in too deep
Got a phone call Getti mama on live
That sh*t she was saying brought tears to my eyes
I don't really need to be speaking on this
But today imma swallow my pride
We was like brothers, no matter what happen
We always gone ride for each other
Got that off my chest, I wish you the best
We family so tell me I love you
But back to the song imma get me some money
If I don't do nothing imma f*ck me some h*es
How could you hang with a n*gga that told
Free all them real n*ggas locked down the road
Remember them days I was wearing Girbaud
Now a young n*gga be rocking Amiris
Now a young n*gga be f*cking on instagram models
I swear that this sh*t here done got serious
This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission
I don't see no competition
Waited my turn and I played my position
Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened
I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me
Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me
In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood
But I can't get the hood up out of me
(Yeah sh*t ain' happen overnight, n*gga
Had to got d*mn put in over time with this sh*t
N*gga had to grind for this sh*t, it's just my time now)
These n*ggas ain't right, these b*tches ain't right
I put my feelings on ice
Ride wit my dog if he wrong or he right
Ain't no one on one, we all gone fight
Forever my brother we locked in
Ain't performing if I don't get the glock in
When you riding in foriegn cars you ain't gotta say a thing
Them b*tches just hop in
Ain't trustin no b*tch unless she mine
Go hard for Rebecca cause she got my spine
Got love for the East it been multiple times
I could've been dead but them young n*ggas riding
Ain't never hated, I waited my time
My mama just called me she love when I shine
For me she gone pray every night
God watching over me but I still keep me a Iron
I remember that night n*ggas shot up my truck
Ain't have no gun couldn't do sh*t but duck
Caught his ass slipping and fired him up
F*ck every n*gga ain't riding with us
N*ggas gone hate when you poppin'
But f*ck 'em they know how we rocking
They already know how we coming
All the ARs got a hundred
But f*ck all of that gotta take care of my seed
If my raps don't sell imma sell me some weed
Long as I ain't selling my soul
I gotta accomplish my goals
Just got off the phone with Lil Lo
He told me lil cuz this your year
But all this money ain't easing the pain
Wish granny and sexy was here
This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission
I don't see no competition
Waited my turn and I played my position
Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened
I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me
Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me
In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood
But I can't get the hood up out of me
This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission
I don't see no competition
Waited my turn and I played my position
Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened
I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me
Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me
In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood
But I can't get the hood up out of me



Writer(s): Cortez Oates, Lev Gorelov


Rubberband O.G. - The Summer Dead
Album The Summer Dead
date of release
10-06-2021




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