OuuGee (feat. FERNANDOCOSTA)

You're fake, you lack flow, bastard, and I'm an OG (OG, OG)
Always royal blue and Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Always flashy and I don't sell weed (no)
I'm not a gangsta, bro, I'm just an OG

Ah, don't try, since I was a kid I'm an OG
It's natural for me, so don't try to imitate (no)
I've been smoking since I was 13
I don't give a damn about the law, fuck the judges (what, what?)
Without weighing on me

If I'm out there, I always have the bag full
But there's nothing for you here because you're not from my crew
I'm not a Crip, but I always dress in blue
No trouble on the street because I'm a cool guy (tu-tu-tu-tu-tu)

18k my chain, mom
And my face all tattooed like The Game
What's your name, mom?
If you go to the VIP, watch out for my buddies
You, fool, you're gonna want to pee, and anyone can pull it

We are street dogs
We were flashy even when there was no money
Now that everything is fine and things worked out for us
In summer I wear a jersey and in winter a leather coat
With your bitch, a gentleman
But if you mess with me, I suggest that before seeing the sparks, you think first

Because my buddy is gonna come out, and no one will know what happened or who did it
That's the ghetto
From the land of Canserbero
May all the brothers who left and never returned rest in peace

Life of OGs, life of a rockstar
It's Goldo Funky in connection with Fernandito Costa, ha
We're gonna tell you the truth
Your coke may be good, but not like ours
We are the monster

You're fake, you lack flow, bastard, and I'm an OG (an OG, an OG)
Always royal blue and Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Always flashy and I don't sell weed (no)
I'm not a gangsta, bro, I'm just an OG

From afar you can see that you're not an OG (no!)
Where are those values you learned on the street? (What, what, what?)
We ask in your neighborhood, but we didn't see you
Don't confuse being a G with a wannabe

I shake off those MCs as if they were mosquitoes
We make your favorite rapper dance
Who's back on the crime scene?
Back to the rules like Messi with Melito (what, what, what?)

I always go out clean and fresh to the street
Like someone who just scored a three-pointer
I don't even know how I do it, but everything turns out fine
Once again I've become my own employee

I have breakfast with God, dinner with Satan
Around here we drink gin and light up the Pakistan
If I get together with the AK it goes bang-bang-bang
From afar you can see that you're a charlatan, I

Tell me, Pellah (Me!), we've been rappers since school
I want a verse from Notorious, it escapes me
Keeping the culture alive, I'll never let it die
I gave it to myself before they gave it to me

Those rappers don't even reach our soles
Connection Spain with Venezuela
Fernando, Akapellah, this is how we do
We're forever like the graffiti in my hood

You're fake, you lack flow, bastard, and I'm an OG (OG, OG)
Always royal blue and Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Always flashy, and I don't sell weed
I'm not a gangsta, bro, I'm just an OG