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crae - o.g. told me lyrics

yeah

pack bussin’

itzcrae
b+tch

you hea’ me

look
yo
look
a wise man once said nothing at all
and just laughed, then took a drag of the blunt to his song
then he grabbed his lil bottle of some peach paul masson
and took that sh+t straight to the head
wonder the sh+t he done saw
the pain he done felt, as a youngin tucking guns in his belt
middle of summer, suns hot
lil homie ice cream melts, he told em
lil bro i’m playing with the hand i was dealt
but see for you it’s gone be different, go do sumn witcho self
stay in school, go on to college
big ole head on your shoulders
boy you got more knowledge then i ever had
i know you think i got money but that’s gone getchu that bag
d+mn
i should’ve listened fasho
but i had bigger dreams of rocking these shows
and f+cking hoes, a lame n+gga would lose control over
yeah imma dawg n+gga but that don’t mean i roll over
og told me, chase these dollars slim cuz these b+tches holding
og told me when you move keep your n+ggas in motion
og told me he was proud of me, he don’t show much emotion
sh+t hit me in the heart, he said lil n+gga stay focused
know the gas you always smoking
really your way of coping
but i noticed, it’s been a bit of a crutch, f+ck
forreal

(then he said)

it’s only been a couple hours, you faced three or four blunts
what’s on your mind n+gga
don’t keep it in cuz you know that sh+t don’t stop the time ticking
that’ sh+t a mind sickness
could f+ck you up real vicious
so i told em i’m just thinking bout my old misses
can’t lie i still miss her
thoughts running wild like is she out here getting ran through
and even if she is there ain’t sh+t i really can do
sometimes i wanna shed a tear but that ain’t what a man do
tried letting go, but everyday she on my head like cantu
all i can think to do, is stuff the f+ck out of this bambu
same dude
from back in the day at mill creek middle school
decided i would master all this rapping
as a gift to you
2 years in i’m quitting school
got me in a different mood
i ain’t got no choice but to get rich before this sh+t conclude
way this n+gga spitting swear this sh+t sound like the interlude
once you heard him spit, his catalog is what sifting through
you just felt compelled cuz he all his words done cause a shift in you
i had to correct my mood
thinking bout my future makes the 9+5 worth getting through
then og told me n+gga don’t you stop until the mission through
do what you finna do, yeah
yeah

sg4l n+gga

itzcrae
b+tch

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