O.T.S.S. Lyrics
[Intro]
[verse 1]
Life it's a crazy type of thing tryna find a way to win
In this crazy world of sin
Where they all judge us from our actions to our skin
Oh now they wanna shoot down because my melanin
Damn I have no place to go not wanted on either
Side so fuck it I guess I'll hit the road
And do a couple shows and, tour the world with
My fucking bro
Man you never know what lays ahead
So like a pigeon up in times square I'm just tryna
Get some bread
And so is everybody else on the blvd
These hoe's are thotin and cowards acting too hard
[Verse 2]
Just another day and another dollar
Like Pac said these hard times make a nigga want to holler
Got shorties 12 years old in the streets hustling
Just to pop his collar but where the fuck is his mama
Tryna make a dollar she had dreams of graduating
And becoming a scholar
But her crazy baby daddy did her in, now she's stuck in a crazy
Ass predicament
But she stand tall and refuse to crumble cuz only the strong
Survive in this world so don't crumble
[Verse 3]
She's 5'5 light brown eyes nice tits nice ass thick firm thighs
All the niggas go berserk whenever she approach
The average niggas to basic she love the ones that
Selling dope
Cuz they can afford her expensive taste
The party type that down patron' and remy without
No chase
But she's hiding something what could it be, she going thru
Depression so attention is what she needs
Just to feel good, grew up in the suburbs but act hella hood
She screaming out for help but all they seem to
See is a banging body with a pretty face
A nigga pulled up in a Bugatti and ask if he can get
A taste
But what did she say
Come on you know she didn't hesitate, She did what made her feel good
She said what's good
Album - R.A.P. To Pay Bills (2026) BY Musikal
