Lyrics A Young OG's Theme - WesWill

As a ride around I like to reminisce
Bout the days in my past as youngin
I loved and I often miss
Before the plays and the egos that plagued the homies that I called my kin
Relationships fractured, over with
See, we won't be talking again
Seen the older homies with the rims and i'm yellin' out that's my car
Thinking inside of my head like you'll get there one day
Cause you gon be a star
Was I naive or was I a prophet
Only God can know the answer
Still talk to Tanisha, she down in Atlanta she gettin' money as a dancer
I got some homies that's locked thats talking like we ain't have the similar chances
They got a twenty and one
I got the sun and the Summer romances
Bucket seats on recline
Take a sip of the to ease the mind
Remembering what I was told
You can get where you want but it Just take time
As the sun dips and the night falls
And you contemplating who you might call
Just remember when you in that fight dawg
Whether you here or not
The world keep spinning like the white walls
And i'm gone

Ok them hoes, they lurkin', they choosing, what's up
Them plays is callin', it's early, i'm working, I'm up
If it's a benz or a bucket, don't matter, we rolling
Count my ends yelling "fuck it" while the law patrolling

I do this shit for my niggas who couldn't make it and got locked by the law
I wasn't involved but I got hella love for them niggas and that's what I saw
We here and we thriving I look at the sky and thank God cause he blessing us all
It's only a few us left but they still around me
Cause the homies be keeping it tall
I got a problem with niggas that's phony
Please do not phone me, I don't want to talk
Act like you don't know me
Anybody round me I gotta second guess, i'm cutting em off
Leather wood wheel like its back in '88
Got the OG's yelling out back in my day
Got a bad thing with me and her ass ain't fake
Bouta slide like a nigga bouta round home base
Late night, Waffle House, 2am, Bae thick as a mug
First they ain't wanna pay the fee
But now we poppin' so we stickin' em up
Got a bad one, she ain't hiding and she gon rep me from the Eastside
She gon roll with me if i'm riding in a Bentley or a Nissan, on God

Ok them hoes, they lurkin', they choosing, what's up
Them plays is callin', it's early, i'm working, I'm up
If it's a benz or a bucket, don't matter, we rolling
Count my ends yelling "fuck it" while the law patrolling