paroles de chanson What It Was (feat. Mad1) - Ogd

Tryna come up from Indiana
Little homie robbed bandannas
Now we pullin′ phantoms
With the bitches screaming Panda Panda
I go bananas when i'm chasing dreams
I′m like a cannon
Exploding aiming to the top
And i'm leaving damage
Provoking and toking the lowend
I'm smoking and smoking em
And rolling like Madman the way i see
And choking em
I see a fool and spoken one
So every time i notice one
I′m going nuts and showing em
Why i am the chosen one
Step on the beat and i′m beating some ass
Come on the creep and i'm creeping up fast
Finna dash like a running back
You know it that i snap
Post up on my instagram like, like, hashtag
What the fuck is up with that
And you like Yeah Yeah
Okay who it be
Now you fuck with Ogd
And i′m gonna reach the peak
Just like i said i'm on the creep
Hopefully emcees try to walk away from me
You gonna say the wrong shit
Diss same day from me
Don′t try to hate on me
Then come back and wanting pay from me
If you say the least
Then why you want the most
And what you say to me
I'ma drop this fucking track and make em walk away from me
Come up to my face if you got shit to say to me
What you need
What you got
Lets go get a mixing pot
Who it is
What it was
Let′s go catch a fucking buzz
Get some weed
Get a blunt
Shawty lets go roll it up
Shawty lets go roll it up
What you need
What you got
Bitch you really talk a lot
Where it been
Where it was
Homies looking for the drugs
Get some weed get a blunt
Shawty lets go roll it up
Hennessey in my cup
Tell me what the fuck is up
They don't wanna see a Madman glistening
From the bottom of the pit to the top
Like a king but when i drop
Fit to the scene
What about props and interrogate dreams
Try to intimidate eliminate
Competition no discrimination
I'm pacing and racing
A hell of a lot of shit that i was facing
Meets unlimited patience
Prohibited stations
Discriminated daily
Hard to see me still can′t fade me
Supporting to be me in the summer
I′m back in this bitch they wander
Where the fuck have i been
Rage Ruckus Sin Fit in to win
Not one of those white boys biting Eminem and yelling
This is facts
I'll split your melon front to the back a felon on the attack
I′ve been through hell and back no more dwelling on the past
Insane drilling your train directly off the tracks
I've got the lyrics of a fighter you fear it i′m a writer
Hotter than apple cider on a cold winter night
Don't try me
Standing right be the opportunity
Not new to me the scrutiny is usually my downfall
Been lingering around like a hound dog
I′m singing in towns they frowned upon
The interrogate sound of an outlaw
Spit infinite rounds i'm under the ground
Like a ground hog
I started off rapping
Started off cappin'
Back in the days i cut em to fractions
Going out in the blaze of glory this is my story
Slapping em backwards
Packing and mackin′ and cracking the whip
And fat in the lip
And stacking immaculate grip
Whacking the whip with ball back quick
Not your fall back Bitch, I′m all that trick
And then i'm dippin′ flipping
Sceneries when i'm ripping
Back to Back
I′m rapping traps
They laughing claiming savage
Grab the mac and hit the back so fuck it they can have it
Snap a back an acrobat so all i know is trapping
Capping cutting long lies like a piece of fabric
I'ma target all eyes they watching me i′m at it
Never went to jail but they was always shooting at us
Had to run and make it safe and look back like what happen
I'ma make it big and went through all that i can fathom
Grew up bumping Rakim and studied Marshall Mathers
Music always knocking the neighbors looking at us
All i got is no option until i'm big and bad
And looking back and running fast
From the fucking back stabbers
What you need
What you got
Lets go get a mixing pot
Who it is
What it was
Let′s go catch a fucking buzz
Get some weed
Get a blunt
Shawty lets go roll it up
Shawty lets go roll it up
What you need
What you got
Bitch you really talk a lot
Where it been
Where it was
Homies looking for the drugs
Get some weed get a blunt
Shawty lets go roll it up
Hennessey in my cup
Tell me what the fuck is up