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Modern Day OJ Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Tha God
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Robert Cope




Rob Tha God - Modern Day OJ Lyrics




Whipping round a foreign I ain't talking Toyota
Racing round your block like I'm at the Daytona
What the f*ck you need? What the f*ck do you want?
Better come correct I ain't handing out fronts
Pockets stay fat, but I'm always on the run
Handing out 8balls like a piece of gum
Bitch I am Tha God, I was raised by the streets
What you say you want? A mother f*ckin half piece?

I don't sell drugs no more mother f*cker
Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner
Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer
Realest mother f*cker, ever make it out the gutter
I'm a rapper (Rapper)
Used to be a trapper (Trapper)
Don't sell drugs now
I'm on a new chapter (Chapter)
On a new page
Get the f*ck up out my way (Way)
Bout to run the game
Like a modern day OJ

I be seeing tails when I'm whipping round my car
They ain't gon catch me, they ain't got shit on Tha God
If I catch a case, you know I'ma beat the charge
Get me a Shapiro and a Johnnie Cochran
They gon turn that shit to shambles, get my ass acquitted
Ain't nothing but hearsay, you ain't even got no witness
Tryna lock my ass away, cause I'm nice with the business
I hang it up baby, this is if I did it

I don't sell drugs no more mother f*cker
Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner
Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer
Realest mother f*cker, ever make it out the gutter
I'm a rapper (Rapper)
Used to be a trapper (Trapper)
Don't sell drugs now
I'm on a new chapter (Chapter)
On a new page
Get the f*ck up out my way (Way)
Bout to run the game
Like a modern day OJ

Bout to run the game, only playing for the bills
God nice with the flow, yeah, I'm bout to make a killing
I don't sell drugs I'm no longer in the field
Pockets on meek, bitch I'm tryna make a Mill
Hardest mother f*cker and I still rep my section
Still tucking Nina for my own protection
Either hand with do it, bitch I'm ambidextrous
God ain't in the field, he still got the connections

I don't sell drugs no more mother f*cker
Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner
Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer
Realest mother f*cker, ever make it out the gutter
I'm a rapper (Rapper)
Used to be a trapper (Trapper)
Don't sell drugs now
I'm on a new chapter (Chapter)
On a new page
Get the f*ck up out my way (Way)
Bout to run the game
Like a modern day OJ
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Whipping round a foreign I ain't talking Toyota
Racing round your block like I'm at the Daytona
What the f*ck you need? What the f*ck do you want?
Better come correct I ain't handing out fronts
Pockets stay fat, but I'm always on the run
Handing out 8balls like a piece of gum
Bitch I am Tha God, I was raised by the streets
What you say you want? A mother f*ckin half piece?

I don't sell drugs no more mother f*cker
Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner
Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer
Realest mother f*cker, ever make it out the gutter
I'm a rapper (Rapper)
Used to be a trapper (Trapper)
Don't sell drugs now
I'm on a new chapter (Chapter)
On a new page
Get the f*ck up out my way (Way)
Bout to run the game
Like a modern day OJ

I be seeing tails when I'm whipping round my car
They ain't gon catch me, they ain't got shit on Tha God
If I catch a case, you know I'ma beat the charge
Get me a Shapiro and a Johnnie Cochran
They gon turn that shit to shambles, get my ass acquitted
Ain't nothing but hearsay, you ain't even got no witness
Tryna lock my ass away, cause I'm nice with the business
I hang it up baby, this is if I did it

I don't sell drugs no more mother f*cker
Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner
Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer
Realest mother f*cker, ever make it out the gutter
I'm a rapper (Rapper)
Used to be a trapper (Trapper)
Don't sell drugs now
I'm on a new chapter (Chapter)
On a new page
Get the f*ck up out my way (Way)
Bout to run the game
Like a modern day OJ

Bout to run the game, only playing for the bills
God nice with the flow, yeah, I'm bout to make a killing
I don't sell drugs I'm no longer in the field
Pockets on meek, bitch I'm tryna make a Mill
Hardest mother f*cker and I still rep my section
Still tucking Nina for my own protection
Either hand with do it, bitch I'm ambidextrous
God ain't in the field, he still got the connections

I don't sell drugs no more mother f*cker
Now I pay the drummer. I ain't gotta pay the runner
Served a couple tours, I ain't ever whipped a Hummer
Realest mother f*cker, ever make it out the gutter
I'm a rapper (Rapper)
Used to be a trapper (Trapper)
Don't sell drugs now
I'm on a new chapter (Chapter)
On a new page
Get the f*ck up out my way (Way)
Bout to run the game
Like a modern day OJ
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Writer: Robert Cope
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