The Originals

[Intro] When they was leaning in they Cadillacs You was swimming in your daddy’s sax This is for the originals [Verse 1] This is for the originals We looked up to em even though they was criminals Niggas did dirt, on Saturday put in work On Sunday they sit in church Killers was still spiritual Doing what they had to do, niggas with an attitude Alleyways and dead ends, boulevards and avenues I’m just showing gratitude We in the ghetto dancing with the devil And they showed me how to move By 5th grade they was banging on their teachers By 6th grade they was blazing up the reefer By high school they was slanging crack rocks Picking me up in their low riders, Curtis Mayfield in the speakers I’m talking Locs and them croaker sacks Candy painted rags, niggas rocking golf hats The ones who put Cali on the map Duct tape wrapped around the handle of the strap This is for the originals [Hook] Would’ve never knew, if it wasn’t for the ones who paved the road With their rhymes, beats and the flows The ones who came before, and opened up the door OGs (this is for the originals) [x5] [Verse 2] What you know about them brownie gloves Down bitch giving you visits, showing you county love Ever since he had a cape cutter comb hanging out his afro Lil nigga, they know how down he was Some had they perm whipped on that big worm tip Others lost they fucking minds stuck on that sherm dip This is Cali, don’t slip, keep a firm grip If it wasn’t for some old bloods and crips, I wouldn’t’ve learned shit Taught me how to survive in a city Where niggas get clapped at like they’re performing up in an auditorium Some real Sun Tzu niggas with a lot of art of war in them Had gang for days and of course I’m not ignoring them Always gave me a heater when I needed one One even told me follow your dreams and one day you might not need a gun I salute you with every rap I spit out I was trapped in the ghetto, you gave me the path to get out This is for the originals [Hook][x2]