 OG put out sticks, I asked them when did he start playing the drums Niggas send they threats like we don't see em, no we won't respond Cause if you wind up missing, we go to glitching and start playing dumb But we ain't tryna send no nigga above, had that past to release some doors I been tryna hand out hugs, I know my city ain't got no love So I been tryna create some love in a place where it ain't none Cause where I'm from, niggas out here hating on you without a real explanation How you walk around with bad luck on you like final destination Got the game for some real ones, I was present every conversation Did my shit in school, but in the hood is where I got my education So I guess it's safe to say that Northside made me My neighbor worked at the radio station, but still never played me I always said he fucked with me, but I always felt like that was shady No hard feelings, three so you know the damn moment you still made it First DJ ever show me love, had to been Tony Davis Back when D-Daw was small, riding through the hood on the Harley Davis Me and B's used to laugh about it, we always thought it was crazy Seeing him on that big ass motorcycle looking like a baby I just went and get some ice, I did it for my lady Not for her net, talking about her cut, she just ate some spicy shit In the studio always cooking up, where I be slicing shit All that beat need is a 808, now it's a hit Bruh, I'm finna add the 808s and watch it eat Started movin' her head, sit on a 808s, but I lose a weed I believe, crung I did, I'm yellin' who yours ain't scared Don't care who you weed, really don't give a shit who you with, yeah