Hold the rosary
Pray to Jesus they notice me
A lifetime of work
But no effort in knowing me
A younger G
Ride around like pops in 93'
Compton G
It was prophecy
To be prodigy
Hold the notary
Hand to god he knows it's me
Truthfully
The greatest there ever is
And used to be
Reaching out
For more than cash and jewelry
Not down
For the fake or foolery
I'm a cooler G
But the other day
This hit me hard
20 on my visa card
Hungry
Sleeping in my car
If only I could be like Escobar
Float some keys
Make enough to make some calls
Then be the boss
Write these lyrics down
Keep my spirits up
Heads up
Hoes down
Gotta get your bread up
Been broke for a while
I'm fed up
How I play the game by the rules and lose
Man this shit is set up
L.A. livin
Pretty women and bomb weed
Population 4 mil
How'd I want my own seed
A thorough Breed
Of bad bitches and real G's
Hating bitches
Hating niggas
And then me
Hold the rosary
Pray to Jesus they notice me
A lifetime of work
But no effort in knowing me
A younger G
Ride round like pops in 93'
Compton G
It was prophecy
To be prodigy
Father spoke to me
What he said had awoken me
You could be anything you want
But not a clone of me
You're destined for greatness
I'll be there whenever you need
24 years old, just like him
A younger G
Hope they notice me
Not the same as I used to be
They don't like it
But they don't have to get used to me
Like Fredo
No bueno
No further use to me
See you on the other side
When I asked if they
Were down to ride
They'd rather commit suicide
No honesty
No loyalty
A couple things you gotta learn to be
If you want to roll with me
Get it however I need
Bow in the presence I bring
Crown me I'm royal a king
Gospel the song that I sing
Haters the last thing I need
Real the air that I breathe
Feel me the words that I speak
The son of a real OG
XL Slim - Kid Krush Lyrics
XL Slim - Kid Krush Lyrics
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Hold the rosary
Pray to Jesus they notice me
A lifetime of work
But no effort in knowing me
A younger G
Ride around like pops in 93'
Compton G
It was prophecy
To be prodigy
Hold the notary
Hand to god he knows it's me
Truthfully
The greatest there ever is
And used to be
Reaching out
For more than cash and jewelry
Not down
For the fake or foolery
I'm a cooler G
But the other day
This hit me hard
20 on my visa card
Hungry
Sleeping in my car
If only I could be like Escobar
Float some keys
Make enough to make some calls
Then be the boss
Write these lyrics down
Keep my spirits up
Heads up
Hoes down
Gotta get your bread up
Been broke for a while
I'm fed up
How I play the game by the rules and lose
Man this shit is set up
L.A. livin
Pretty women and bomb weed
Population 4 mil
How'd I want my own seed
A thorough Breed
Of bad bitches and real G's
Hating bitches
Hating niggas
And then me
Hold the rosary
Pray to Jesus they notice me
A lifetime of work
But no effort in knowing me
A younger G
Ride round like pops in 93'
Compton G
It was prophecy
To be prodigy
Father spoke to me
What he said had awoken me
You could be anything you want
But not a clone of me
You're destined for greatness
I'll be there whenever you need
24 years old, just like him
A younger G
Hope they notice me
Not the same as I used to be
They don't like it
But they don't have to get used to me
Like Fredo
No bueno
No further use to me
See you on the other side
When I asked if they
Were down to ride
They'd rather commit suicide
No honesty
No loyalty
A couple things you gotta learn to be
If you want to roll with me
Get it however I need
Bow in the presence I bring
Crown me I'm royal a king
Gospel the song that I sing
Haters the last thing I need
Real the air that I breathe
Feel me the words that I speak
The son of a real OG
Pray to Jesus they notice me
A lifetime of work
But no effort in knowing me
A younger G
Ride around like pops in 93'
Compton G
It was prophecy
To be prodigy
Hold the notary
Hand to god he knows it's me
Truthfully
The greatest there ever is
And used to be
Reaching out
For more than cash and jewelry
Not down
For the fake or foolery
I'm a cooler G
But the other day
This hit me hard
20 on my visa card
Hungry
Sleeping in my car
If only I could be like Escobar
Float some keys
Make enough to make some calls
Then be the boss
Write these lyrics down
Keep my spirits up
Heads up
Hoes down
Gotta get your bread up
Been broke for a while
I'm fed up
How I play the game by the rules and lose
Man this shit is set up
L.A. livin
Pretty women and bomb weed
Population 4 mil
How'd I want my own seed
A thorough Breed
Of bad bitches and real G's
Hating bitches
Hating niggas
And then me
Hold the rosary
Pray to Jesus they notice me
A lifetime of work
But no effort in knowing me
A younger G
Ride round like pops in 93'
Compton G
It was prophecy
To be prodigy
Father spoke to me
What he said had awoken me
You could be anything you want
But not a clone of me
You're destined for greatness
I'll be there whenever you need
24 years old, just like him
A younger G
Hope they notice me
Not the same as I used to be
They don't like it
But they don't have to get used to me
Like Fredo
No bueno
No further use to me
See you on the other side
When I asked if they
Were down to ride
They'd rather commit suicide
No honesty
No loyalty
A couple things you gotta learn to be
If you want to roll with me
Get it however I need
Bow in the presence I bring
Crown me I'm royal a king
Gospel the song that I sing
Haters the last thing I need
Real the air that I breathe
Feel me the words that I speak
The son of a real OG
Writer: A. Sibrie, Andrew Sibrie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid