"Young OG" lyrics

Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me
Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you...

The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties
Now they're in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call their daddy "Corey"
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)
Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gaudy
They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry
Talking 'bout, "Man, that nigga don't deserve that shit."
Like "I was really in these streets. I used to serve that shit."
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the getting's good. After that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit (err!)
That's a young mistake. Lord knows I made me some (word)
I love getting brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)
Only feelings caught is bitch you been shoulda gave me some
I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned that niggas gon' be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Getting to it, going through and getting through it
Running 'round killing shit and telling cops I didn't do it (Nice)
That's why they call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chilling in my city but my lungs OT
And fuck them niggas online, reply why?
Broke niggas talking 'cause it's free Wi-Fi

[From the movie "Baby Boy":]
I hear you; you know the problem with you little niggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world, and you don't know shit
Well I see you got yourself a little business goin'
Well that's good, that's good when you make that paper
But when you makin' paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter
There are two types of niggas in this world: there are niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate
That's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know shit that appreciates with value
What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it
That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!
Little dumb motherfuckers