Original, Pt. 2
Lyrics
Jiggy is really original I cannot stress it it's all in the clay
I am so filled up with hunger and passion dawg I took a bite out the plate
It's either pray or be preyed and I don't play games turn the E to an A
I'm doing this for my dawgs
I will not lead em astray
I got that love that can't fit in a bank
I got that bag that can't fit on a sleigh
Told me a star is born I'm finna to goto war
I put my armor on this is the way
Clumsy in spirit I fall everyday
Ziggins be shady a whole lot of grey
If money was trees as much as y'all shaded me
I would be covered with whole lot of pay
Jig van drip don't slip yea
Big man build like wilt yea
God got me up like stilts while
I'm trying to buss down on the wrist like buss down buss down
Hit man still don't miss
Rich fools really ain't rich
I still raise my fist as a black man of God I'm already a risk yea
I don't even cap like most y'all
Only send fax like most jobs
Baby said she done having kids y'all
But I just might bump her like go carts
Attracted to the wave she a swim fan
Came up from the water like a coast guard
No offense God been sounding like tin man
Cause all he really want is my heart
I don't make hits I make napalms
When the beat tic toc I go Al Doms
When a shawty walk pass then I go Ray Charles
Got to make it back home word to Trey Songz
A lot of y'all don't want to wear a face mask
A lot of y'all still put a face on
Diddy had to learn to take that
Migos had to learn how to take off
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Watch it if you got the ticket the haters be wicked
I hope they don't kill me for living
I promise that I'm in the kitchen I mean that I'm cooking
And I'm about to serve you the chicken
No I am not from the thickens my dad had a business
Cause he knew the image was spitting
I'm trying to break out Virginia as one the illest
It feel like I'm running a clinic
I'm from the city of sharks
Still had to leave from the crib
Trust me I run with the kingdom of God
But never forgot where I hold up yea
I'm from the city of sharks
Still had to leave from the crib
Trust me I run with the kingdom of God
But never forgot where I lived
I'm at max I don't slack
Oh dis smack this a slap
With the click I'm the clack
When it's facts they gon quack
I'm Og
I'm an original put it on me I'll be the criminal look at my feet
Planted you pivotal they left me hanging I pop from residual
I never told em conditions were critical wait
This just my heart when it's digital
Jiggy the min when I came from a mineral
I'm feeling bigger than literal
Yea I'm feeling big and it's literal
Jiggy the general yea I'm feeling big it's literal
I'm an original yea
Jiggy is really original I cannot stress it it's all in the clay
I am so filled up with hunger and passion dawg I took a bite out the plate
It's either pray or be preyed and I don't play games turn the E to an A
I'm doing this for my dawgs
I will not lead em astray
I got that love that can't fit in a bank
I got that bag that can't fit on a sleigh
Told me a star is born I'm finna to goto war
I put my armor on this is the way
Clumsy in spirit I fall everyday
Ziggins be shady a whole lot of grey
If money was trees as much as y'all shaded me
I would be covered with whole lot of pay
Jig van drip don't slip yea
Big man build like wilt yea
God got me up like stilts while
I'm trying to buss down on the wrist like buss down buss down
Hit man still don't miss
Rich fools really ain't rich
I still raise my fist as a black man of God I'm already a risk yea
I don't even cap like most y'all
Only send fax like most jobs
Baby said she done having kids y'all
But I just might bump her like go carts
Attracted to the wave she a swim fan
Came up from the water like a coast guard
No offense God been sounding like tin man
Cause all he really want is my heart
I don't make hits I make napalms
When the beat tic toc I go Al Doms
When a shawty walk pass then I go Ray Charles
Got to make it back home word to Trey Songz
A lot of y'all don't want to wear a face mask
A lot of y'all still put a face on
Diddy had to learn to take that
Migos had to learn how to take off
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Watch it if you got the ticket the haters be wicked
I hope they don't kill me for living
I promise that I'm in the kitchen I mean that I'm cooking
And I'm about to serve you the chicken
No I am not from the thickens my dad had a business
Cause he knew the image was spitting
I'm trying to break out Virginia as one the illest
It feel like I'm running a clinic
I'm from the city of sharks
Still had to leave from the crib
Trust me I run with the kingdom of God
But never forgot where I hold up yea
I'm from the city of sharks
Still had to leave from the crib
Trust me I run with the kingdom of God
But never forgot where I lived
I'm at max I don't slack
Oh dis smack this a slap
With the click I'm the clack
When it's facts they gon quack
I'm Og
I'm an original put it on me I'll be the criminal look at my feet
Planted you pivotal they left me hanging I pop from residual
I never told em conditions were critical wait
This just my heart when it's digital
Jiggy the min when I came from a mineral
I'm feeling bigger than literal
Yea I'm feeling big and it's literal
Jiggy the general yea I'm feeling big it's literal
I'm an original yea
Writer(s): Jordan Lloyd
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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