Ot the Real, DJ Green Lantern - You Are Who You Eat with, Pt. II Lyrics

Verse 1 (OT The Real)

I never had a job that could tell me I'm fired
But Green Lantern just called me to tell me I'm fire
This gas I got it for the low but it's getting me higher
Free Miz, we flood your city with Lizzy McGuire
Put some stripes on your jacket son, you gotta wear it
And if your gains come with pain then you gotta bear it
You'll probably air it outta fear and wake up crying shackled
23 and 1 a rapist walk by and smack you
You get no respect, wanted to be a dope connect
We don't let the fuck shit go here, no Tourette's
Home is set, I took my advance and bought coke and meth
Smoked the best, keep my head straight like we on shoulder sets
You ain't gotta say you're next when everyone knows you next
My man asked to hold a check, all he really knows is wreck
I can't front him too much work, he'll fuck the money up
I don't like commitments, tell the Distro this a one and done
My homies ask me how does it feel
I came up off giving game like Wallo and Gill
The Feds came, homie swallowed his pills
I guess he thought they was real
He was a killer, but that's how he got killed

Verse 2 (OT The Real)

I play in the danger zone, slinging stones
I got friends who might never make it home
D-E-A stop you for no reason, take your phone
Drive away you praying Apple doesn't help em break your code
But they never do, I came up scraping residue
Put it in a sandwich bag and flip it for some better food
Brodie made a move, I peeped his move and made a better move
Stash house security bypasses the electrical
Everything's metrical
125, 250, 500, 1000 it's inevitable
Nas had his gun on the dresser, I got a dresser full
Cause getting caught sleeping at this point is unacceptable
I get the traffic whamming, G-P-S tracker jamming
Fish scale package mailing, shorty said she'll have the salmon
You fucked ya neighbor's B-M, you broke the Last Commandment
I'm a make a million of this Fetty, get it back through Camden
Who needs a license when you're riding this dirty
Real raw, I'm both hands down, 6:30
We been sturdy like Ab for them ten birdies
When no one would fend for me wed spin with the tints early

Verse 1 (OT The Real)

I never had a job that could tell me I'm fired
But Green Lantern just called me to tell me I'm fire
This gas I got it for the low but it's getting me higher
Free Miz, we flood your city with Lizzy McGuire
Put some stripes on your jacket son, you gotta wear it
And if your gains come with pain then you gotta bear it
You'll probably air it outta fear and wake up crying shackled
23 and 1 a rapist walk by and smack you
You get no respect, wanted to be a dope connect
We don't let the fuck shit go here, no Tourette's
Home is set, I took my advance and bought coke and meth
Smoked the best, keep my head straight like we on shoulder sets
You ain't gotta say you're next when everyone knows you next
My man asked to hold a check, all he really knows is wreck
I can't front him too much work, he'll fuck the money up
I don't like commitments, tell the Distro this a one and done
My homies ask me how does it feel
I came up off giving game like Wallo and Gill
The Feds came, homie swallowed his pills
I guess he thought they was real
He was a killer, but that's how he got killed

Verse 2 (OT The Real)

I play in the danger zone, slinging stones
I got friends who might never make it home
D-E-A stop you for no reason, take your phone
Drive away you praying Apple doesn't help em break your code
But they never do, I came up scraping residue
Put it in a sandwich bag and flip it for some better food
Brodie made a move, I peeped his move and made a better move
Stash house security bypasses the electrical
Everything's metrical
125, 250, 500, 1000 it's inevitable
Nas had his gun on the dresser, I got a dresser full
Cause getting caught sleeping at this point is unacceptable
I get the traffic whamming, G-P-S tracker jamming
Fish scale package mailing, shorty said she'll have the salmon
You fucked ya neighbor's B-M, you broke the Last Commandment
I'm a make a million of this Fetty, get it back through Camden
Who needs a license when you're riding this dirty
Real raw, I'm both hands down, 6:30
We been sturdy like Ab for them ten birdies
When no one would fend for me wed spin with the tints early