OSA Man - Alotta Pain

Yow we a squad up pon dis one
Ee-Hee!

Yow
We is thug niggas,
What-What niggas,
Don't give a fuck niggas,
Show love
But not afraid to shed blood niggas, (Yeah pussy)
We ILL niggas, (I got my boi OSA on this bitch with me)
So don't fuck with us cuz.

This shit took patience my nigga, (took patience little nigga)
If you want it
Then you gotta think bigger my nigga, (bigger than the picture)
Lil Baby
Gonna put that on a track (yeah)
Fuck selling weed nigga,
I want me a bag (I want a bag!)
I want to own my own business
And then,
Spend,
Fuck a tax -
Nothing but the facts, (nothing but the facts)
Mom dukes say she always got my back, (Mama!)
That's nothing but the facts, (I swear)
I do this shit for my family
And I put my word on that,
And I could never turn my back, (woo-woo)
And I could never turn my back, (I could never turn my back)
Took off -
Ran up and got me a sack, (run it up)
Fuck the LORD
Had to run it up and get a bag (get a bag)
I'm too deep in
No - no ain't no looking back, (too deep)
Ain't no looking back, (ain't no looking back bruh)
Ain't no looking back, (Oh can't look back bro)
No ain't no looking back,
Fuck it if I want peel a nigga (No!)
Trying feel out the stash, (feel)
See Twelve nigga, (take off)
Do a hundred yard dash,
Drinking all that lean make a nigga wanna crash,
Drinking all that lean make a nigga wanna crash,
Mary Jane got a nigga falling,
Fifty dollar blunts
Hell yeah a nigga balling, (nigga)
Call the plug up,
Tell him go ahead pop the seal,
I do what I want (That's for real)
And I'm for real,
So much stretch got a nigga turn pills, (turn ém)
Lil Baby I'm juiced up,
Now I'm for real, (I"m real)
Little niggas in the field,
Now you want to kill,
That's for real
Anythang for that dollar bill,

Yow
We thug niggas,
What-What niggas,
Don't give a fuck niggas,
Show love
But not afraid to shed blood niggas,
We ILL niggas,
So don't fuck with us cuz.

Ahk (Eh-eh)
Fling di ting up a pose, (See it deh!)
Niggas get kicked in they balls,
By the toes, (Eh-eh)
Of grimy hoes, (Woouuuu!)
Tenors turn Sopranos, (Woouuuu!)
Sometimes I'm very wicked - (Eh-eh)
And God knows this,
So bitter
My parents take me in small doses, (Eh-eh)
Passive aggressive behavior the diagnosis, (Eh-eh)
Temper - temper
A massive tantrum (Eh-eh)
Will leave niggas like Moses, (Hit the rock!)
Out of the land of milk and honey,
You dummy, (Eh-eh)
Spit bars (Eh-eh)
Hard like the dough
Bread Yummy, (Eh-eh)
What I'm drinking on
Grey Goose vodka
With something sunny, (Eh- eh)
(Ee- Hee!)

Yow
We thug niggas,
What-What niggas,
Don't give a fuck niggas,
Show love
But not afraid to shed blood niggas,
We ILL niggas,
So don't fuck with us cuz.

Written by:
OMAR ANDERSON

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