True O.G. - Mr. Dalvin, Static

Yeah, we gonna bust it a little something like this.

Me and my nigga Mr

Dalvin.

First let me get some weed before I wreck it.

Just lay back

Static:

Where the reefer at, where the reefer at?

Run me in the dime, not trying to bust my head

Cause I stays on top of mine (top on mine)

Cause I been ballin' since the days of back when

Niggas wasn’t be thinkin' about drink no juice and gin (alright brother)

Niggas be drinkin' the Thunderbird or Nighttrain

Lookin' for the right frame, breakin' like a dice game

Stackin' skrilla so I’m sippin' Hennessy

Lickin' shot after shot at my enemies

Boom boom recognize all persuers been in the game for years

Cause I’m a sho connoisseur

Consume the blocks, drop off my rocks, the quicker a nigga play me

The quicker a nigga who drops, pops of the Glocks

Not trippin' facial experessions, be shittin'

Niggas don’t be hearin' all that in every city

Take a nigga out if you gotta on the day to day

Then parlay, ate a gator, parlay, to God nigga

Hook:

It ain’t hare to see, when niggas try to be like me

A true O.G., y’all y’all, gotta take you underground

Parlay all day with the niggas from the Bassment sound (X2)

Mr. Dalvin:

Watch out for I blow, swing low

Forget it, y’all don’t hear me though, I’m hittin' switches

Hoppin' like a 64, and I, thought you knew, what I can do

Able to leap tall buildind and run up to your crew (oooooh)

The underground stylistical, got more flavors than mystics

So lay back and watch this nigga kick it

Wicked without thinkin' of funky

But I ain’t stinkin', I know I got you open cause I got y’all niggas

Blinkin'

Check it out, you watch me devastate this track

I make stacks and stacks and leave niggas on they backs

Cause I… be a sharp shooter, intruder

Rugged and rough, poppin' off just like a lueger

Now how many niggas, wanna get down, while I say

With Jodeci or the Bassment sound, around

I don’t wanna see, handin', my crew is deep and you know that we be bangin'

So give me a bottle of Boons so watch me load my gat

Start a war like Tom Barringer in Platoon

So, don’t mess with this flow, Mr. Dalvin is gone like 19 nigga fiz-o, oh

Hook

Come on get down (repeated after every line)

This goin' out to all the players

Shoot outs to the ballers

Much love to the hustlers (all around the world)

Mo power to the pimps

Watch the Bassment make it mo better (like that)

Niggas just down for whatever, whatever

Come on, like that

Shhhh, let it go, let it flow