The Story of O.J. (Top Version) lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, I'm ready
I had to tell these b*tch-ass n*ggas they don't scare me, you heard me?
I'm 'bout 135, you heard me?
Lil' one, ayy, I guarantee, ayy
Northside 38

[Chorus]
Young n*gga, OG demeanor, they don't f*ck with him
Rap n*gga, trap n*gga, lover boy, gang member
You can call it what you want (Still n*gga)
My skin is black (Still n*gga)
My—
Young n*gga, OG demeanor, they don't f*ck with him
Rap n*gga, trap n*gga, lover boy, gang member
Still n*gga (That's me, what they talkin' bout?)
Still n*gga

[Verse 1]
I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
Tell me why your favorite rapper so fake-influenced
Telling you he gon' do things, that he
Never wasn't gon' do, that's the Mandela Effect
'Til the kids don't understand sh*t they do
What the f*ck you doing?
These b*tch-ass n*ggas still gon' criticize it 'cause they don't understand
f*ck you gon' criticize a made man? (You a b*tch)
b*tch-ass n*gga gon' go to the grave playing with this
I been said it and I'ma stand on it
Thought I was the biggest boss having all my cars paid for
Seen I lost value soon as my pack had weighed up, the f*ck?
My n*gga was my favorite chef 'til the dish was f*cked up
I guess somewhere was leftovers, the buyer said the food was stepped on too much
The Shade Room was posting things, they ain't understand how I'm living, slime
But they wouldn't understand how I'm twenty clockin' over ten million now, huh?
I seen labels the new-age slavery, so I partnered up
I'm a CEO now, I own a percentage of United Masters, tell 'em hate me (f*ck it)
This sh*t ain't no fugazi, I'm tryna convince Fee to tell Reginae how big the sh*t gon' be if we have a baby
But I'm serious, though (I'm serious)
We made a god, so no one is crazy
But the man thinkin' he get ten percent from me allowing him to allow someone else to pay me, dumb b*tch
f*ck it, hit the kill switch, making sure it's over with
Aim and blow the b*tch, strapped down, soldier sh*t, never be no more of this
Top number one, knocking down buildings, 9/11
Riding down Canal with a PTR, b*tch, it be mistaken for a MAC-11
Tell me what his soul say, let the song play with them open doors in heaven
My youngin just sold a seven, I just put ten on that pus*y b*tch who tellin'
[Chorus]
Young n*gga, OG demeanor, they don't f*ck with him
Rap n*gga, trap n*gga, lover boy, gang member
sh*t, still n*gga
(Oh, they don't like that, huh?)
b*tch-ass n*gga, still n*gga, Top
Young n*gga, OG demeanor, they don't f*ck with him (I'ma talk to 'em)
Rap n*gga, trap n*gga, lover boy, gang member (You know what I'm sayin'? I'ma preach like a preacher)
Still n*gga, that's me (I'ma sing to these motherf*ckers)
Still n*gga (You feel me? Say let that thing blow)

[Verse 2]
Got enough money, I can get it by the bale, score, I need more to sell
Tryna buy land, need another property for to hide it if it's stale
Been leavin' dead bodies where my mama I grew up, got the police on my trail
Preventin' them dead homis, I kept going hard, I blew up up out this world
How you think I feel jumping out that Rolls with my son seeing that?
Shoot this big strap right where unc' at, hidin', wherever they want it, just send that
He a made n*gga, tote a hundred rounds, probably bootin' up off a ten pack
With a b*tch with him probably in love with one of his brothers, she ain't never seen that
n*ggas scheming, I just sit back
You've been scoping, we gon' blitz that
You best believe this that pure motherf*ckin' codeine, this ain't no cognac
On the block, leave 'em stretched out, opp lurkin' 'til the morning
Talking soon the sun come in, n*gga run in, crack his dome in
Then we pull off in the SRT, that's my n*gga Herm girl with me
Convicted felon rollin', smokin' all morning with another five years on my hip
These n*ggas hoes, I know it, come around this way, we bound to show it
I'm in this b*tch with killers and I see they face and the whole city know it
[Chorus]
Young n*gga, OG demeanor, they don't f*ck with him
Rap n*gga, trap n*gga, lover boy, gang member
Skin is black (sh*t, still n*gga)
My skin is black (Still n*gga)
My—
Young n*gga, OG demeanor, they don't f*ck with him
Rap n*gga, trap n*gga, lover boy, gang member (Talk that)
Still n*gga (It's me, 4KTrey, f*ck they talkin' 'bout?)
Still n*gga

[Outro]
Haha, I'm f*cked up
You heard me? I wasn't even 'posed to come in here sweet, b*tch, you made me sweet
Get it right on 'em