C. Keys - Olde E OG

While you chasing the cake for the candy
C Keys Don't want to be a rapper
Thinking shit is sweet on a sixteen
That is not what I'm after
Stab you in the back
Then come back to dap you
Don't want to know the man but demand dough
Hand full of bands of ban dough to hand your ass to the enemy
For the cash flow
Hate behind your back to be commando
Thinking back to childhood a tadpole when I
Didn't stand my ground just like a flag pole
And a friend to claim will be an asshole
When you let them know accuse you of attacking knowing good and well
Very intent to jack you
Then want to act like a pastor
Getting tired of games just like hasbro
Everybody now a days is wearing a mask yo
I soaked the game up from ogees
Ogees with olde e he told me
Some of the closest be phony
Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing
Hey Some will
Make up a make believe beef
So the word on the street is we're no longer homies
All cause I'm an emcee
But that is back seat
To being C Keys
That is somehow
To you annoying
Way I freestyle
You say is boring
Minute I'm touring
Ya all up on me
Like where's the money
You got to show me
It's so bologna
I'm in a lane of all mine
And this little light of mine is going shine
Bigger than a rhyme I perform in lime light
Father of four and a beautiful wife
Work a nine to five and a beautiful life
And I got a fetish for the love of mankind
Joy for the strength bringing sight to the blind
In a world full of hate its about damn time
I soaked the game up from ogees
Ogee with olde e he told me
Some of the closest be phony
Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing
They hate with no piece the whole thing
Will hate the most and be low key
Thats when the chills came upon me
Realize that they don't really know me
Some go Rambo
Oh for the one the bando
Burn a bridge turn around run out of ammo
Treating your life like it's Procter and Gamble
Humpty to dump your egg a get scrambled
Pilot the stove
Snitch on your folk
Talking all bad
It's too hot to handle
Kicking up sand
Since we were in sandals
Now you judge
What happen to love
Shoulder shrug
Dropping the gavel
Casting a stone
Mouth full of gravel
Mixing your words
And talking of scrabble
In my face you Grey Poupon
Meanwhile the crutch to hold you up
In a scrap match back to back a be your vertebrae
But I had to turn away
Enough is enough
Middle finger to the critics who criticize with the gimmicks
I soaked the game up from ogees
Ogee with olde e he told me
Some of the closest be phony
Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing
They hate with no piece the whole thing
Will hate the most and be low key
Thats when the chills came upon me
Realize that they don't really know me
I soaked the game up from ogees
Ogee with olde e he told me
Some of the closest be phony
Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing
They hate with no piece the whole thing
Will hate the most and be low key
Thats when the chills came upon me
Realize that they don't really know me

Written by:
Cliford Keys Jr.

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