Orion’s Belt lyrics

[Chorus]
You ain't never heard of sh*t like this, 'cause you ain't never heard my style
You ain't never heard a real OG, 'cause this sh*t gon' play you out
Yeah, yeah, I'm in New York at the spot
I'm in LA with them watts
I'm in LA with the Percs, ya dig?
I don't even know what I got
(D-D-DAMMNTC, y-y-you made this?)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, what's the deal with this sh*t? Should go platinum (Yeah, yeah)
What's the deal with this sh*t? You gon' stay with them (Hey, hey)
What's the deal with that sh*t? Just go grab some (Hey, hey)
What's the deal with that sh*t? It gon' matter somе
Came in this b*tch with a blick on my side, this sh*t is a magnum
I f*ck this b*tch but I don't want no kids, so I use mе a Magnum
Hang on each other for real, they always lying
"Yeat, why you poppin' these pills?" Boy, I might die (Ooh, ooh)
You don't know how I feel, you ain't seen what I did, you ain't did what I did
It's a reason that I'm in this spot and you ain't on nothing, lil' b*tch
Yeah, I told my brother, "Just pass me the Glock, I'ma call it like this"
I might just rock like this
I might just start like this
Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart might stop like this (On twizz)
You ain't never did no pills, you ain't did no drugs, you don't know what it feel like this
It's just real life beef, is you real life that?
It's a real life problem, better get that bread, better that figure it out
[Chorus]
You ain't never heard of sh*t like this, 'cause you ain't never heard my style
You ain't never heard a real OG, 'cause this sh*t gon' play you out
Yeah, yeah, I'm in New York at the spot
I'm in LA with them watts
I'm in LA with the Percs, ya dig?
I don't even know what I got

[Bridge]
I don't even know what the f*ck that I did, but this on money on me, it won't stop
I don't even know there a tutor, for real, but this b*tch giving brain, she won't stop
My twizzy, my gang on my Buddha for real, my dawgs, they never gon' talk
I heard your lil' ass with the cops
I heard that you wanna get robbed
I heard that you still worked a job
I got so many damn kids in that music sh*t, guess that I made myself wrong
I really put all of my pain in the music, for real, this sh*t too raw
Know that they scared of the talent I got, 'cause the chains on me say wrong
All of my real fans know that this sh*t too goated, this sh*t too strong

[Outro]
I wanna live on my own
I wanna get me a home
Don't really know what I'm on, I might be in the wrong
Know that you scared for real, but you gotta know that I'm grown
Getting the money, for real, can't you see why I been on my own?
Trust me I know how you feel, so mama, I ain't coming home