O.T.O Songtext
von Cameron Isaiah

(It′s time to even score niggas
What?)


Come get a sense of me on the offensive
Makin' it hard for all of ya′ll was apart of the plan!
Forever front and center
You could place my face on the banner
Attach a voice with the name and know that I came from Atlanta
Fuck all that talkin'!
Whatever dog throw far fetched
I'm used to pushin′ up the incline, hence why I′m hard pressed
They ask if I'm on guard, yes (Yes!)
Ya′ll ain't down with the team, threw dirt on my essence
Then found out it was a seed
I spot that you watch the clock, I ain′t got no mo' time to waste
Get them squares up out my circle, they′ll just be crowdin' the space
Yeah, they doubted my case
Tried to lock me down and keep me bound to the waist
Keep around with the pace!
Aye you x'd out! (AUX) get jacked for actin′ like you the plug!
Get drug over the counter, out on the tile and all (Tylenol)
They thought I was bound to fall
Not at all
Cut different from birth, used to walk before I could crawl!
Shoutsout to all the real niggas stackin′ they paper
All my ladies on the chase, they could never replace ya
When your fate elevated they can't wait to hate ya
But when you apart of The Shift they can′t attempt to shake ya!
Nigga I been the top!
Third degree, you ain't never been this hot!
Red, dot, a head, in the end (Indian) nigga you been a opp
I should lick a (liquor) shot, sir rocked (Cîroc) hit harder than a cinderblock
We ain′t talkin' no Rubik′s when I tell you we can spin the block!
Name of the game is to elevate by any means
Fight through yo' life and take whatever lesson it brings
Keep pressin' the issue, the plot be to dismiss ya
That′s why I always keep my sense of bein′ on the offensive