Fabolous, ABIR - Young OG II lyrics

Troubled tears, they'll land you here
Open your eyes it's all a disguise
The fear that you feel is not real, not real
The fear that you feel is not real, no
Similar sky, similar ties
But I know all about you, I do

It's not real, yeah look
The saddest stories comes from those
Who once had the glory had the forei's
Diamond watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter
40's, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect
They call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth
That ain't the pattern for me
There's levels to this shit
It's different categories
Can't be like these niggas out here
Lookin' fat and gaudy
They ain't never won no rings
But be mad at Horry talkin' '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 hittin' it
Be too late to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake
Lord knows I made me some
I love gettin' brain
That never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum
Swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch
You been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some
Bread never gave me crumbs
Drank the whole fuckin' juice and
Never saved me some
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 admittin' to it
Where I been? Gettin' to it
Goin' through and gettin' through it
Runnin' round killin' shit
And tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
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 chillin' in my
City but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', 'cause
It's free Wi-Fi, yeah

Troubled tears, they'll land you here
Open your eyes it's all a disguise
The fear that you feel is not real, not real
The fear that you feel is not real, no
Similar sky, similar ties
But I know all about you, I do

Yeah, haha my son gon' be a king
I tell him every morning
I put my chain on his neck
Right now it's heavy on him
One day it'll all be his
So I'm forever on him
I test him all the time and I never warn him
I pop quiz him like stop
Listen and drop wisdom
Pops vision the bottom's crowded
The top isn't
We talk guap missions, cops, prison
I help him see it clearly
I'm his life optician
Could learn from my experience
But youngin' gotta live
Just not with that mentality
That something gotta give
'Cause that's how we grew up
Probably should've picked for boogers
Nah, we was on them streets
Juggin' for that mugger
Still, scared that you still could get killed
That fear that you feel was that real
But I'm there like
"I will not get killed"
So that fear that I feel is not real, boy
I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king
I wanna show him stuff
Teach him how to do things
How to ride a bike
How to tie his shoe strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing
Gotta have the OG
Give you that "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas
I blame your old head
I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down
Poppa used to come through
Poppa doesn't now shoulda' protected me
But poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that pop-a dozen round
Them kids grow up quick
Usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog
That's what havin' pups do
Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet
Before it goes down
I make sure that my son set
You made so strong, you made this whole song
You made me Young OG, love you Johan

Troubled tears, they'll land you here
Open your eyes it's all a disguise
The fear that you feel is not real, not real
The fear that you feel is not real, no
Similar sky, similar ties
But I know all about you, I do

I do