Pastor B - OG

Homies were are the O G
And the old me
You know he has to die now
Homies we never fold see
Can never break me
And we will never let you down
Homies were are the O G
And the old me
You know he has to die now
Homies we never fold see
Can never break me
And we will never let you down

With the sound, sermon on the mount
Turn the frown upside down pastor B with the crown
Handing it down from town to town lifting you up while breaking you down
Like a pound,(ewww) did you get it, use to git git
Kinda missed it just to git git when those hitters hit it, and I like admit it
Just to show you a window of the past because its has been a minute
But we really did it, never to forget it
Don't wanna focus on me but the Lord (no)
So we put the 4 4 back in the holster
But their is four more in the floor board so be careful who you roll with, get smoked kid (pow)
Not claiming to be hard not saying that i'm soft
All i am saying is the Game has a cost
And the lost pay and its heavy and the worst thing
Life being cursed running straight for the hurst
Making things worsen they are cursing with more sin
Becoming harder and worsen for the person inventing more sin
Taking L's instead of more wins got to break the situation within

Homies were are the OG
And the old me
You know he has to die now
Homies we never fold see
Can never break me
And we will never let you down
Homies were are the OG
And the old me
You know he has to die now
Homies we never fold see
Can never break me
And we will never let you down

To Un-forgive, the enemies shive
Just to rule ya and confuse ya (uh)
Separate cha (yea )from your future (Ohhh)
What to do cuz, let me show you some love
Bring you back to the man who you was
Before the fatherless homes that are broken
Full of drugs and God goes unspoken
A call for for the broken, step into hoping
What is the reasons he is calling the heathens for believing
The reasons for seasons is to train you break the demons
And we go bleeding from the spirits leading for retrieving
Unbelieving he was thieving from the heart beating
Lifting you high (high) bringing you low (low)
God of the Gods says put down the dope (yes)
Your living life up in smoke missing hope
Turning to the world just to cope living cold

Homies were are the O G
And the old me
You know he has to die now
Homies we never fold see
Can never break me
And we will never let you down
Homies were are the O G
And the old me
You know he has to die now
Homies we never fold see
Can never break me
And we will never let you down

Returned with rebuke
Watch the children puke
Don't like the style and the flavor of the stew (ewww)
What you gonna do,(huh) never gonna turn
To watch ya burn I'm gonna warn ya
Watch the spirit churn ya, to hot it burns ya
Deep in the soul
Either way you can stay or go (go)
Cursed is the one who hangs on the pole
Your either in the war or your heads in a hole
Lets go

Written by:
Bryan McFadden

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