Song: Overland Park has no idea they birthed a legend
Viewed: 14 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: 4JM4
Year: 2022Viewed: 14 - Published at: 7 years ago
Yeah, I’m just riding down my boulevard (boulevard)
Hands out, hands wide
Like a fucking star (fucking star)
High as a kite, living avatar (living avatar)
I gotta be honest, don’t know who you are (don't know who you are)
Cruising in my car
This must be what greatness is
Making shit out of nothing
Genius takes some patience, kid (genius takes some patience, kid)
Turning down the block where I grew up
Never blew up, but I’m here
Still the man, crystal clear
Yeah, upgrade to the Acura (Acura)
Might not be exotic but I’m bad as fuck (bad as fuck)
Windows rolled down, you can smell the bud (smell the bud)
Need another eighth, never have enough (never have enough)
North OP, where I used to be (used to be)
The suburbia got used to me (got used to me)
Roamed these streets while I wrote to beats (wrote to beats)
Late 5th grade when I broke the scene (broke the scene)
Not that much changed, yeah (not that much changed, yeah)
Still in the range, yeah (still in the range, yeah)
Working the tapes, yeah (working the tapes, yeah)
Still feeling great, yeah (still feeling great)
A lot on my plate (a lot on my place)
Still got a lot to do and it can’t wait (it can't wait)
I don’t know about you, this is my fate (this is my fate)
You can bury me with a used 808
I know they say it’s too late
And I’m at the age where this shit ain’t breaking the bank (this shit ain't breaking the bank)
But my 9 to 5 ain’t my fave
And I ain’t no fake, so please help me unload the tanks (please me help me unload the tanks)
Ready to go, ready to blow
These upper middle class people don’t know (they don't know)
They don’t understand that the kid got flow (kid got flow)
Shaking my head as I cruise down the road (down the road)
Feeling like Creed, arms wide open (arms wide open)
Write what I see, put it in motion (put it in motion)
You from OP? You don’t not know shit (you do not know shit)
I do not know you, get out my focus (get out my focus)
This is my time, ya’ll better know it
Bumpin’ Nas, windows open (bumpin' Nas)
Ya’ll need to spruce up, I got the potion
Asking me who’s up? I got a notion, no shit
Yeah, I’m just riding down my boulevard (boulevard)
Hands out, hands wide
Like a fucking star (fucking star)
High as a kite, living avatar (living avatar)
I gotta be honest, don’t know who you are (don't know who you are)
Cruising in my car
This must be what greatness is
Making shit out of nothing
Genius takes some patience, kid (genius takes some patience, kid)
Turning down the block where I grew up
Never blew up, but I’m here
Still the man, crystal clear
Yeah, it’s crystal clear that this right here is my moment (right here is my moment)
I see nothing but a desert so it’s time that Melvin own it (time that Melvin own it)
Bring it to life, make it all right
Stay down underground, that ain’t my plight (that ain't my plight)
I don’t even care if this shit take off (take off)
‘Cause there’s no way you can fuck with my light (my light)
It’s about time that I go mean (go mean)
I don’t want a piece, want the whole thing (whole thing)
East emcees call me OG (OG)
Well, maybe not but they know me (know me)
I don’t need to fuck around with codeine
Low key, got enough shit in my brain (enough shit in my brain)
If the weed could take the pain maybe I would still be sane (I would still be sane)
But I’m not, I’m here, still on
So gone, take my bong (take my bong)
Had to give that thing away ‘cause I was smoking all day long (smoking all day long)
I do not half-ass anything (half-ass anything)
Ya’ll playing grab ass with the beat (grab ass with the beat)
I wonder if some of these rappers read
Gotta say their diction pretty weak, look at me
Driving with no hands
Waka Flocka understands (Flocka understands)
Kids playing out my window
I know one day they’ll be fans (one day they'll be fans)
They’ll say, “Melvin, you da man”
While I’m driving down this road
And all of OP will hug me while I go back to my home
Here I go
Yeah, I’m just riding down my boulevard (boulevard)
Hands out, hands wide
Like a fucking star (fucking star)
High as a kite, living avatar (living avatar)
I gotta be honest, don’t know who you are (don't know who you are)
Cruising in my car
This must be what greatness is
Making shit out of nothing
Genius takes some patience, kid (genius takes some patience, kid)
Turning down the block where I grew up
Never blew up, but I’m here
Still the man, crystal clear
Hands out, hands wide
Like a fucking star (fucking star)
High as a kite, living avatar (living avatar)
I gotta be honest, don’t know who you are (don't know who you are)
Cruising in my car
This must be what greatness is
Making shit out of nothing
Genius takes some patience, kid (genius takes some patience, kid)
Turning down the block where I grew up
Never blew up, but I’m here
Still the man, crystal clear
Yeah, upgrade to the Acura (Acura)
Might not be exotic but I’m bad as fuck (bad as fuck)
Windows rolled down, you can smell the bud (smell the bud)
Need another eighth, never have enough (never have enough)
North OP, where I used to be (used to be)
The suburbia got used to me (got used to me)
Roamed these streets while I wrote to beats (wrote to beats)
Late 5th grade when I broke the scene (broke the scene)
Not that much changed, yeah (not that much changed, yeah)
Still in the range, yeah (still in the range, yeah)
Working the tapes, yeah (working the tapes, yeah)
Still feeling great, yeah (still feeling great)
A lot on my plate (a lot on my place)
Still got a lot to do and it can’t wait (it can't wait)
I don’t know about you, this is my fate (this is my fate)
You can bury me with a used 808
I know they say it’s too late
And I’m at the age where this shit ain’t breaking the bank (this shit ain't breaking the bank)
But my 9 to 5 ain’t my fave
And I ain’t no fake, so please help me unload the tanks (please me help me unload the tanks)
Ready to go, ready to blow
These upper middle class people don’t know (they don't know)
They don’t understand that the kid got flow (kid got flow)
Shaking my head as I cruise down the road (down the road)
Feeling like Creed, arms wide open (arms wide open)
Write what I see, put it in motion (put it in motion)
You from OP? You don’t not know shit (you do not know shit)
I do not know you, get out my focus (get out my focus)
This is my time, ya’ll better know it
Bumpin’ Nas, windows open (bumpin' Nas)
Ya’ll need to spruce up, I got the potion
Asking me who’s up? I got a notion, no shit
Yeah, I’m just riding down my boulevard (boulevard)
Hands out, hands wide
Like a fucking star (fucking star)
High as a kite, living avatar (living avatar)
I gotta be honest, don’t know who you are (don't know who you are)
Cruising in my car
This must be what greatness is
Making shit out of nothing
Genius takes some patience, kid (genius takes some patience, kid)
Turning down the block where I grew up
Never blew up, but I’m here
Still the man, crystal clear
Yeah, it’s crystal clear that this right here is my moment (right here is my moment)
I see nothing but a desert so it’s time that Melvin own it (time that Melvin own it)
Bring it to life, make it all right
Stay down underground, that ain’t my plight (that ain't my plight)
I don’t even care if this shit take off (take off)
‘Cause there’s no way you can fuck with my light (my light)
It’s about time that I go mean (go mean)
I don’t want a piece, want the whole thing (whole thing)
East emcees call me OG (OG)
Well, maybe not but they know me (know me)
I don’t need to fuck around with codeine
Low key, got enough shit in my brain (enough shit in my brain)
If the weed could take the pain maybe I would still be sane (I would still be sane)
But I’m not, I’m here, still on
So gone, take my bong (take my bong)
Had to give that thing away ‘cause I was smoking all day long (smoking all day long)
I do not half-ass anything (half-ass anything)
Ya’ll playing grab ass with the beat (grab ass with the beat)
I wonder if some of these rappers read
Gotta say their diction pretty weak, look at me
Driving with no hands
Waka Flocka understands (Flocka understands)
Kids playing out my window
I know one day they’ll be fans (one day they'll be fans)
They’ll say, “Melvin, you da man”
While I’m driving down this road
And all of OP will hug me while I go back to my home
Here I go
Yeah, I’m just riding down my boulevard (boulevard)
Hands out, hands wide
Like a fucking star (fucking star)
High as a kite, living avatar (living avatar)
I gotta be honest, don’t know who you are (don't know who you are)
Cruising in my car
This must be what greatness is
Making shit out of nothing
Genius takes some patience, kid (genius takes some patience, kid)
Turning down the block where I grew up
Never blew up, but I’m here
Still the man, crystal clear
( 4JM4 )
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