GB-OG of B.N.O.C. - The Oath

I take the stress out my day and I season it wit that runtz
See that's og blowing og had to ease up on them blunts
Is it my fault that asphalt use to be my classroom
My teacher was a vet wit thirty spokes on a vet
Four and a split shit I wish shit I started with a sixteenth Serving out my momma car know I was wrong at sixteen
Straps wit the beams naw three eighty out that local pawn
Old head in the hood named keith cleaned all the firearms
Started calling smokers bites just cause how they move at night
And just like them mosquitoes they bites and bring back they people
See that coke and soda bring you overs if its mixed efficiently
Really didn't fuck with school but trapping it taught me chemistry
Do the math I played the streets like It was pe
Used to be the day in the life of that nigga geebee
Hated by the police but loved by your main bitch
If you og homie you probably done done the same shit
I promise to keep it gangsta to the best of my ability
And if it ain't a asset that makes it a liability
Pay attention to the niggas on your staff
Cause sooner or later you gone have to do the math

Written by:
Gregory Johnson

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