OBN Jay - Renegade Lyrics

Oh-oh, oh-oh
(Heat Execs)
(Mercy Beats, nigga)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (ayo, Marquees)

A couple times I done suffered all from my mistakes
I just been prayin' for some better days
Clutchin' this heater, mixin' the drink in the Minute Maid
People changin' on me, I should call this shit the renegade
Passin' on the block, hang out the top like this a whole parade
Came from out the shotgun house, my family say they so amazed
Used to pull up to the doctor, know I'm straight 'cause I'm on Medicaid
I'm a young rich nigga, use to thug out with Lil Kevo by the palisades

Came from out them trenches I won't never look back
The judge hollerin', "Take the probation," I still tote on this gat
Ain't no arguin', come off the hip, you know I'm quick to do that
Plus I don't bother nobody, so they shouldn't care to bother back
Bae lil' pussy, yeah, I slaughter that
Shit be so wet, I come around, you know I water that
Never back down, when it got dumb, showed me you got my back
Never been slimey with these niggas, appreciate that shit
Now bend over and take this dick

I'ma go all in until it's all gone (my God)
Somehow I make it through with nobody to call on
Sick of feelin' poverty and sorrow (oh Lord)
This for the youngins, day to day, won't see tomorrow

A couple times I done suffered all from my mistakes
I just been prayin' for some better days
Clutchin' this heater, mixin' the drink in the Minute Maid
People changin' on me, I should call this shit the renegade
Passin' on the block, hang out the top like this a whole parade
Came from out the shotgun house, my family say they so amazed
Used to pull up to the doctor, know I'm straight 'cause I'm on Medicaid
I'm a young rich nigga, use to thug out with Lil Kevo by the palisades

Oh Lord, I been all to myself
Tryna focus, been full of doja with that Glock by my belt
Yeah, forgive me Lord, I gotta work on myself
Up to par, but in reality I was searchin' for help, yeah

I'ma go all in until it's all gone (my God)
Somehow I make it through with nobody to call on
Sick of feelin' poverty and sorrow (oh Lord)
This for the youngins, day to day, won't see tomorrow

A couple times I done suffered all from my mistakes
I just been prayin' for some better days
Clutchin' this heater, mixin' the drink in the Minute Maid
People changin' on me, I should call this shit the renegade
Passin' on the block, hang out the top like this a whole parade
Came from out the shotgun house, my family say they so amazed
Used to pull up to the doctor, know I'm straight 'cause I'm on Medicaid
I'm a young rich nigga, use to thug out with Lil Kevo by the palisades

Da, da, da, da-da-da, da-da
Da, da, da, da-da-da, da-da
Oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh
Ayy
Ooh-oh, oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-oh
Da, da, da, da-da-da, da-da

(Heat Execs)
(Mercy Beats, nigga)
(Ayo, Marquees)