This is a song about "Og niggaz"

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

You wanna be an og,

Pawning my chain in the shop

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bitch, you're 12, acting og like a fresh mc, don't ya agree?

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Now you know that im the og

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Always stay straped is what my og told me