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weasel sims - o.b.l. (original bloodline) lyrics

[verse 1]
slow yo roll this hoopty’s old
the games cold but it’s fair
my road
to success was damaged
felt every pothole
from these traffic streets
and my back to feet
made noise in rap
then ran back to the trap to the eat
sh+t ain’t dat sweet
fell in my lap, i fell on my back
now i’m back on two feet
i had to counter attack defeat
adjust to manage the load
of goals
wit tires low
and gas on e
drove slow by troopers at tolls
wit a pole
and pound of gas on me
my hoe ain’t whole ratchet
mo half ratchet enough
to hold ratchet for me
my savage well above average
plus
i still got some cats in the streets
in back to catch fa me
faculty from my family tree
actually daddy’s side
original blood line
ain’t no lacking for chief
b+tches got questions
and i got answers
i’m taxing fa the d
pastor troy we ready both sides church
69 and 63
we keep dope lines booming
guess wen you dudes
said it’s a drought
what you excluded
was cause yo hard ain’t moving
your heart ain’t into it
you don’t know what you doing
too stuck on stupid
no street smarts
stacked bread
in wheat tims
but i don’t eat gluten
so hustler what’s to it
is you buying or selling
no capping
dessert eagle packing
while i’m trapping
i could sell an old cactus to a desert
an anorexic dessert
water to a faucet
spots to a leopard
i prolly came in dripping
drips of water from my crosses
but imma young boss
that only came
to serve the other bosses
stack my bread and never toss it
don’t care how much im up when i’m winning
i still remember er bit of dem losses
that’s wen flukey sh+t happen
so that’s wen you gotta move more cautious
get a coffin
or move as k!llers do
ridiculed fa the thoughts
that
i often showed to the world
first jock i got caught wit it
was chrome
and the handle was pearl
coulda pulled up on the block
old school slamming
on a vellano wit a swirl
but that’s a bigger target
for newer opps
to put a top n+gga on mural
but y’all don’t hear me tho
i’m still here tho
it’s just my thoughts
[verse 2]
tryna make peace wit the most recent
bad decisions i made
bm still deleting, ig dm’s
from the past b+tches i laid
ten years can’t sleep
still dealing wit the grief
of my dead homie name
my old hood didn’t think
i did enough
and since they thought i was giving up
i got judged by n+ggas
who
in my opinions were lame
now the relationships can’t be saved
and the hood will never be the same
i can’t complain these day
took some l’s oh well
still doing my thang
that’s how i always played the game
low+key
i ain’t never gone change
might let you talk preview my thoughts
but look
i ain’t gon say everything
to tell anyone everything
that’s the definition of insane
now i play the dumb role
till my plans unfold
cuz most people judge u
off what you most do
and less on what you most know
hard to control
the thoughts that
jog from my soul
when regular joes
run to give me advice on my goals
and barely even
chase thoughts of they own
free smoke imma chief
pat mahomes
how you gone teach me to throw
from at home screaming at the tv
squeezing on the remote control
while i’m playing in the super bowl
don’t need mvp as long as my team winning
in the end
my ends super long
b+tch you got it super wrong
these clark kent
super man clones
be saving these ol stupid hoes
just cuz super dome
from the park bench
i’m heartless
as far as cupid goes
erotic wit a thot b+tch
but no eros
hoe save ya arrows
i’m mo on point than a 4pc from harold’s
fried hard salt and pepper mild sauce
from uncle remus and i’m thorough
got drip
and l ain’t shopped since
some seasons ago
speaking of eating
got a meeting this evening
wit ontoro
about bricks
partnerships
investments in music and clothes
reap what u sow
skeleton keys
so i can i be a locksmith
suggesting stock tips
think and grow rich from my apartment
these is the goals
it’s just my thoughts b+tch

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