OGsceneboy from traphouse dropout by jakewolf
Tracklist
| 8. | OGsceneboy | 3:00 |
Lyrics
OG
i ain’t sign shit
i ain’t kiss rings
i just piss loud and swing, bitch
20 years deep in the pit and i smell like victory
og-scene-boy, still too loud
i was snappin’ wristbands while you cried in the crowd
never needed clout, just needed a sound
and now they beg for a verse when i’m barely around
og-scene-boy, i don’t do rules
labels get ghosted, i ghost old schools
diy tatted on the veins and gums
still pissin' on the scene with my dick out, numb
yo, i been rude since warped tour days
in the van gettin’ dome with my face half shaved
i was fuckin’ headliners in the venue fridge
while you begged for a badge like a scene kid bitch
i was mixin' my own shit, burnin' my own discs
while your favorite lil rapper was still suckin’ on his fist
never paid for plays, never kissed a suit
i made labels cry, now they piss in loops
i been banned from more clubs than promoters know
but they still put me on cuz the numbers blow
yo, i showed up drunk, still stole the show
and left with your girl, and your girl’s lil bro
og-scene-boy, still too loud
i was snappin’ wristbands while you cried in the crowd
never needed clout, just needed a sound
and now they beg for a verse when i’m barely around
og-scene-boy, i don’t do rules
labels get ghosted, i ghost old schools
diy tatted on the veins and gums
still pissin' on the scene with my dick out, numb
i been slept on, stepped on, flamed and framed
but still got your ex in a scene boy chain
she call me wolf, said “fuck my past”
then rode this clout like a backstage pass
i don’t do no fake friends, no fake bands
if i collab, it’s blood on hands
autumn know, i built this mess
with stickers, shows, and petty flex
i'm rich in respect, broke in the bank
but somehow my streams still break they tanks
every a&r tryna suck my angst
but i just spit on the floor and say “nah, i’m dank”
20 YEARS BITCH—AND STILL I SPIT!
YOU A VINE CLIP—I’M A LEGEND IN THE PIT!
og-scene-boy, still too loud
i was snappin’ wristbands while you cried in the crowd
never needed clout, just needed a sound
and now they beg for a verse when i’m barely around
og-scene-boy, i don’t do rules
labels get ghosted, i ghost old schools
diy tatted on the veins and gums
still pissin' on the scene with my dick out, numb
thank u for the hate mail, i keep receipts
thank u for the rumors, they got me streams
thank u to the real ones deep in the bleeds
we survived off crumbs and bloodied tees
