OMG Mitch - Over Thinking Lyrics

My big brother got 30 fed trafficking boy
Now it's on me to raise his daughters and his lil boys
That goes without even sayin loyalty over all
It's still United we stand and divided we fall
You know how I'm coming ain't no limits I'm rocking with you
It gets no trills it's La familia blood thicker
You my nigga my nigga my nerve my potna my whoadie my round
My ace my dog I was down even when you was on that brown
You got the game from the best and you gave it to me
I took it to school bumping that world war 3
Back when Master P was blowing on that dowja
Now everybody want to be a Soulja
Now look look bitch we the mob ready to ride
When we die catch us thuggin all on the other side
All we wanted to be was paid niggas
To have it made in the shade and make boss moves with made niggas
Omertà
Them big bills and chrome wheels influenced my skills
Witnessing wealth made me want it so bad that I'd kill
I watched the big dogs ball clothes jewelry and cars
I made a vow to myself that one day I'd have it all
Visualizing fantasizing about my profits rising
Hood riches bad bitches hella G's in the closet ugh
That was back in the G way back in the G
I was a young boy scoring from Scoot and Herbert Keys
Started off with a quarter destined to see them keys
Born winner so all of my niggas bet on me
Born leader so all of my niggas followed me
Some born killers wig splitters that's OMT
Some made niggas mob figures that's OMG
God bless his soul may my lil brother Yella Rest In Peace
Yella mob in peace lord knows we feeling your absence on these streets