NBA Youngboy – The story of of O.J. (Top Version) Lyrics | Video

Lyrics The story of of O.J. (Top Version) – NBA Youngboy

Young n**ga O.G demenor they don’t f**k with ’em
Rap n**ga, trap n**ga, lover boy, gang member
Young n**ga O.G demenor they don’t f**k with ’em
Rap n**ga, trap n**ga, lover boy, gang member

I’m one of the greatest to ever do it
Tell me why yo favorite rapper so fake influenced
Telling you he gon’ do things that he never was gon’ do
That’s the Mandela effect, fake ’till the kids don’t understand
The s**t they do, what the f**k you doin’

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Lil b**ch ass n**ga still gon criticize
Because they don’t understand
F**k you on criticize a made man
B**ch ass n**ga gonna go to the grave
Playing with these and Imma stand up

Thought I was the biggest boss having all my cars paid for
Seen I lost value soon as my pack had weighed up
My n**ga was my favorite chef ’till the dish was f**ked up
I guess somewhere it was leftovers
The boss said the food was stepped on too much
The shaderoom was posting things
They ain’t understand how I’m livin’ slime
But they wouldn’t understand how I’m 20 cockin’ over 10 million

I seen labels the new age slavery so I partnered up I’m a CEO
Now I own a percentage of United Masters tell ’em hate me
This s**t ain’t a Fugazi I’m tryna convice Fee to tell Reginae
How big the s**t gon’ be if we have a baby
But I’m serious though, we made a god so no one is crazy
But the man think he get ten percent from me
Allow him, to allow someone else to pay me, dumb b**ch

F**k it, hit the kill switch making sure it’s over with
Aim and blow the b**ch, strapped down soldier s**t
Never be no more of this
Top number one knocking down buildings 9/11
Riding down .. b**ch you be mistaking it for a Mac 11
Tell me what is his soul say
Let the song play with them open doors of heaven
My youngin’ just sold a seven
I just put ten on a p**sy b**ch who tellin’

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Young n**ga O.G demenor they don’t f**k with ’em
Rap n**ga, trap n**ga, lover boy, gang member
Young n**ga O.G demenor they don’t f**k with ’em
Rap n**ga, trap n**ga, lover boy, gang member

Got enough money I can get it by the bell score I need more to sell
Tryna buy land need another property for a hide ..
Believe in dead bodies with my mama
I grew up got the police on my trail
.. I kept going hard I blew up about this world
How you think I feel jumping out the rolls with my son seeing it
S**t this b**ch drop I .. however they want just send that
Hear I main n**ga thrown a hundred rounds
Prolly bootin’ up off a ten pack
With a b**ch with ’em prolly in love with one of his brothers
She ain’t never seen that

N**gas scheming I just sit back, you may stop them we gon blitz that
You best believe it’s the pill motherf**kin’ codeine this ain’t no ..
On the block leave them stressed up, I murk him till the moonlight
Talking as soon the sun come in n**ga run in crack his dome in
Then we pull off the SRT that’s my n**ga ..
Convicted felon rolling smoking all morning with another five years
On my hill, these n**gas h*es I know it
Come round this way we bound to show it
I’m in this b**ch with killers and I see they face
And the whole city know it

Young n**ga O.G demenor they don’t f**k with ’em
Rap n**ga, trap n**ga, lover boy, gang member
Young n**ga O.G demenor they don’t f**k with ’em
Rap n**ga, trap n**ga, lover boy, gang member…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA Youngboy
Produced by No I.D. & JAY
NBA Youngboy | 2020

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