P Money - Effing OG lyrics
[P Money - Effing OG lyrics]
Uh, huh, pay, listen, fucking OG mate, yo
Good luck to MCs that went the next way
But, I think grime or dubstep's the best way
You can hear me or JJ from 5 til 7
On rinse that I pay him every Wednesday
I ain't gonna change now, let's vain
's gettin me a new yard and a template
Slang dat this hit rave in your one now
Got way more windows than an estate
Stick that in your membrane
I squash my rivals like no leg space
I don't know my fans on a personal level
But still they call me the best mate
Move for your greens, checkmate
I'm known, but still like an X-Man
I ain't gotta be best friends with
The groom at his wedding
To show you that I'm the best man
I stepped in like who runs this town
We can do this thing like
It's a western shootout
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Do your research, I'm a fucking OG
I stepped in like who runs this
Who runs this, who runs this town
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG
Real UK music, that's what I'm sellin ya
Shouts to Koder, big up Jennifer
Michael gets me shows on a regular
Cus I'm the real, no, not a replica
Age 15, I was watchin other grime artists
Perform at the Urban Seminar
Now doin a thousand shows
Releases every month
And I got a fan base in America
I feel lightyears ahead of ya
I control more than a magazine editor
Everybody here knows me as King P Money
When I jump off the plane
There I'm the senitor
Sick CDs, sick flows, sick tunes, sick videos
Too much for ya retina
I got bare haters, I'm tellin ya
D-Brup rats are worse than Anjenica
I stepped in like who runs this town
We can do this thing like
It's a western shootout
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Do your research, I'm a fucking OG
I stepped in like who runs this
Who runs this, who runs this town
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG
I say one word and they
Know what the lyric is
I murder tracks from the
Starts to the finishes
The flow's hench and I ain't even jimmin it
I'm so the opposite of what a gimic is
Birmingham, Cardiff, Edinborough, Manty
Croatia, 'biza, Nottingham, plymouth
It's only a few places that I've visited
You ain't gotta tell me you
Know I'm killin it
They're lovin, it cus I love it
Sick with a fountain pen no smudges
I get a whole meal now no nuggets
I got the X Factor, I don't need judges
Didn't want to back me, now they back friend
But, it's all good though no grudges
You'd think I was Usain Bolt
And the scene was 100m by the way I run it
I stepped in like who runs this town
We can do this thing like
It's a western shootout
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Do your research, I'm a fucking OG
I stepped in like who runs this
Who runs this, who runs this town
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG
Fucking O fucking O fucking O O O fucking OG
Fucking O fucking O fucking O O O fucking OG
OG oG 'king OG
Good luck to MCs that went the next way
But, I think grime or dubstep's the best way
You can hear me or JJ from 5 til 7
On rinse that I pay him every Wednesday
I ain't gonna change now, let's vain
's gettin me a new yard and a template
Slang dat this hit rave in your one now
Got way more windows than an estate
Stick that in your membrane
I squash my rivals like no leg space
I don't know my fans on a personal level
But still they call me the best mate
Move for your greens, checkmate
I'm known, but still like an X-Man
I ain't gotta be best friends with
The groom at his wedding
To show you that I'm the best man
I stepped in like who runs this town
We can do this thing like
It's a western shootout
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Do your research, I'm a fucking OG
I stepped in like who runs this
Who runs this, who runs this town
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG
Real UK music, that's what I'm sellin ya
Shouts to Koder, big up Jennifer
Michael gets me shows on a regular
Cus I'm the real, no, not a replica
Age 15, I was watchin other grime artists
Perform at the Urban Seminar
Now doin a thousand shows
Releases every month
And I got a fan base in America
I feel lightyears ahead of ya
I control more than a magazine editor
Everybody here knows me as King P Money
When I jump off the plane
There I'm the senitor
Sick CDs, sick flows, sick tunes, sick videos
Too much for ya retina
I got bare haters, I'm tellin ya
D-Brup rats are worse than Anjenica
I stepped in like who runs this town
We can do this thing like
It's a western shootout
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Do your research, I'm a fucking OG
I stepped in like who runs this
Who runs this, who runs this town
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG
I say one word and they
Know what the lyric is
I murder tracks from the
Starts to the finishes
The flow's hench and I ain't even jimmin it
I'm so the opposite of what a gimic is
Birmingham, Cardiff, Edinborough, Manty
Croatia, 'biza, Nottingham, plymouth
It's only a few places that I've visited
You ain't gotta tell me you
Know I'm killin it
They're lovin, it cus I love it
Sick with a fountain pen no smudges
I get a whole meal now no nuggets
I got the X Factor, I don't need judges
Didn't want to back me, now they back friend
But, it's all good though no grudges
You'd think I was Usain Bolt
And the scene was 100m by the way I run it
I stepped in like who runs this town
We can do this thing like
It's a western shootout
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Do your research, I'm a fucking OG
I stepped in like who runs this
Who runs this, who runs this town
They lookin at my face like
"who the hell is he?"
Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG
Fucking O fucking O fucking O O O fucking OG
Fucking O fucking O fucking O O O fucking OG
OG oG 'king OG