[Intro]
(R-R-R-Remedy)
[Verse 1]
I'm tryna see who happy
I know you ain't use that word since them people grabbed you
I can't lie or hold it in, but that shit had me rattled
Took seventeen at twenty-three, shit, how we let that happen?
That's shit I'm tryna manage
They tryna label me a thug, but I'm business savvy
I'm in million-dollar meetings, but I got my ratchet
I can tell that I'm a star by how they lookin' at me
Goddamn, Deuce, I really miss you
I say your name in every song because this shit was in you
The whole crowd say your name when we at the venue
That's why I'm dolo or with G's, hе know what I been through
Play with him, it's red dot, they gon' think you Hindu
You need an upgrade on your diamonds, I can rеcommend you
All I know is keep it real, don't mean to offend you
Ain't too many of us left, it's only a handful, yeah
[Chorus]
OA what it stand for
Family, not a gang, can't beat us, you can't join
He ain't one of us, he work with the task force
Can't leave the house without it, I got it for damn sure
Niggas speak on shit I don't got a care for
Keep your fake love, it's makin' me paranoid
Really keep pop, the fuck am I scared for?
Really to the neck, these niggas be fan whores
[Verse 2]
You don't get no pussy, don't count if you payin' for it
Slidin' in that Benz, I drive like a transport
You ain't from your hood, I thought that you ran yours
Tell him pipe down, you really a fanboy
When you see me, what's that glare? My diamonds is glistening
When I pull up on your bitch, the top gon' be missing
She see I got a lil' money, she toppin' me different
Them niggas actin' like they hard I promise is bitches
Yeah, every nigga 'round me gettin' to it, got they bands up
Why my name always in they mouth? I'm who they fans of
That Rollie feel good on cuz wrist, he came from handcuffs
I'm him in real life, I ain't actin' for no camera
Yeah, no, I ain't actin' for no camera
Brodie drop ski, he tryna release all this ammo
Too much fake love, it's only so much I can handle
On my off-day, I just made dub in my sandals, yeah
[Chorus]
OA what it stand for
Family, not a gang, can't beat us, you can't join
He ain't one of us, he work with the task force
Can't leave the house without it, I got it for damn sure
Niggas speak on shit I don't got a care for
Keep your fake love, it's makin' me paranoid
Really keep pop, the fuck am I scared for?
Really to the neck, these niggas be fan whores