Damone Tyrell - O.G.O.A.T Complex

[Verse]

It's complex
I've been walking round with this complex
I've been cooking up with that Pyrex
But I'm not selling weight
I've been celibate
Not time to celebrate
Cause every step I take
Get the earth to move the whole ground to shake
I've been glutinous pockets gaining weight
Bulking calories I've been pounding cake
I've been living life like I'm that nigga
Compliments full of helium my head getting bigger
People taking shots at me
But I can see
You closing your eyes while you pulling them triggas
Scared that you aimed at a god
I'm coming ready or not
Saying b.i.g was your biggest influence I hope you ready to die
Or live on that island with pac

[Hook]

Lately I've been super lowkey
All this recognition got me feeling OG
But I can't even flex all these doubters on me
I'll either win or lose nigga what's it gonna be?
Lately I've been lately I've been super lowkey
All this over looking got me feeling so weak
But I can't even worry bout these doubters on me
It's time to treat the game like I'm little Bo peep

[Verse]

Sitting here thinking my life is shambles
I'm taking a gamble
I spit just like camels
I'm sick need some Campbell's
I'm wasting my blessing God gave me a handful
I really wish I wasn't lazy
I sit here thinking I'm the greatest maybe I'm just crazy
How do I deserve any shine when lately I've been shady
I used to illuminate
On this chess board studying which moves to make
Now I'm wondering which dues to pay
Fools'll make gold glimmer outta of piles of pyrite
They're salty as nitrate
I broadened my mindstate
And started a country
I'm living life like have nothing but put me right next to some people and I bet you'll still end up calling me lucky god damn

[Hook]

Lately I've been super lowkey
All this recognition got me feeling OG
But I can't even flex all these doubters on me
I'll either win or lose nigga what's it gonna be?
Lately I've been lately I've been super lowkey
All this over looking got me feeling so weak
But I can't even worry bout these doubters on me
It's time to treat the game like I'm little Bo peep

[Verse]

None of this makes sense
Get on my knees and repent
Cause cause I've been portraying a false god
Creating Utopias lost tribes
I'm riding myself of absolved pride
I never had confidence
Doubt is a present as pocket lint
I'm the equivalent of fueled rocket ship
Blasting off
Here I go again
Contradicting myself
See I gotta build me up and then break me down so I can keep a good bill of health
I ain't never ask for this complex
See man I told you this was complex
Hopefully one of these days this trait will get me an interview with complex rock with me now

Written by:
Damone Williams, Robert Goldsmith

Publisher:
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find