Текст песни The Last O.G. - Stogie T , Ason

Six star dinner with my real woes
Invite strictly not for weirdos
Your big star image just for videos
I am ten toes deep but on my tippy toes

Stay on my feet I don't lean yeah
I just pull up with the team yeah
Boy I am the shit know it reek yeah
Need M's and I put that on me yeah
Put it on me, your two cents I don't need
Stacking my bands so steep
Moving like the last O.Gs yeah

Never had a hit go platinum
But I am still the gold standard
Y'all niggas live off adlibs
And call that bullshit classic
We was shackled we was kaffirs
Nothing we couldn't handle
Poppa fought them battles from the holy tabernacle
Now it's ice buckets on display
Cups out for my grand crew
Crush dimes like French grapes
They been said I am damn brute
That's dry humour
Funny how your funny money won't allow you
Punk niggas high five you
Knife you through the side view
Y'all tried to, I survived you
Got haikus up the wazoo
Couldn't run through my size shoes
With Balenciaga dad shoes
Now now fool, there's house rules
Clout chasing ain't like you
From trap dudes make house music
More faces than Michael

Six star dinner with my real woes
Invite strictly not for weirdos
Your big star image just for videos
I am ten toes deep but on my tippy toes

Stay on my feet I don't lean yeah
I just pull up with the team yeah
Boy I am the shit know it reek yeah
Need M's and I put that on me yeah
Put it on me, your two cents I don't need
Stacking my bands so steep
Moving like the last O.Gs yeah

I ain't never had no manners
Still I'm out here doing damage
They wanted me to think I never had it
I hate you niggas no capping
Washed niggas sayin' they ran shit
I fuck the game you hold candles
Big balls let 'em all dangle
Shitting on y'all no pampers
Look at how I'm coming in
Swear that Stogie hit the door, now I'm running in
I'm the greatest bitch I mean it, what I'm up against?
I'ma get the money, get the checks all coming like (Yeah yeah)
Really no stopping me
Still in your dreams you ain't hot as me
Your idols gon' say I'ma prodigy
You see me round, safe to say that's where god'll be
Niggas tried breaking my soul
They promised I'll never be on
A bunch of fake accents from actors, it's madness
You'd cry if you see what I saw
Repping that Moz
Isto não bate sem mim
If it ain't bout cash don't speak
Young Leaux, young god
Make the money increase
Yeah

Six star dinner with my real woes
Invite strictly not for weirdos
Your big star image just for videos
I am ten toes deep but on my tippy toes

Stay on my feet I don't lean yeah
I just pull up with the team yeah
Boy I am the shit know it reek yeah
Need M's and I put that on me yeah
Put it on me, your two cents I don't need
Stacking my bands so steep
Moving like the last O.Gs yeah