c o u g h i n g . b l o o d .

 

People call ‘emselves “OG”, I adopted that name

Straight outta the gutter, I basked in my fame

Got a Grammy and an Oscar, man, I was beamin’

Woke up in my bed at night, guess I was dreamin’

 

My rhymes be killin’, spit like Kanye

Feel like Pablo, but it’s a Ghost Town, like Ye

I know it’s just a dream, but can just imagine it

As a reality which I conjure through my casket, bitch

 

Gotta leave, gotta breath, gotta bleed, gotta see

Got a beer? Gotta hear, got it here, what I need

I’m killin’, the blood spillin’, my rhymes fillin’

I’m dark, rich, and famous, I know I’m a villain

 

Fresh Prince of LA, got me a million

First album was a bomb, that I made, like Cillian

I’m J Robert, Robert Downey J and JAY-Z

Made hits and paid bits to charity to blaze these:

 

Poverty, hunger problems, government greed

All sin, all creed, all anger, all need

The only thing you need is God

I learned that when I was a child, guess what made me famous

 

Probably my love for music, I live for it

Couldn’t live without it, couldn’t live if I tore it

Boredom is the best reason to listen to beats

That’s how I became a rapper, writer, I just breath

 

Money, power, respect, and the feeling of freedom

I need ‘em, scratch that, I want ‘em but I bleed ‘em

If you need my name, number, license, or ID

Scan my DNA, bitch, you just need me

 

Nah, nah, cut that shit off, play the other one

That shit was trash, play the next one, dawg