Yeah… they talk about being an O.G. Money, power, the block, the streets. But the streets don't love you back. Listen close… I’m about to tell you who the real Original is. Born in the shadows, raised in the cold Trading my soul for a pot full of gold Guarded my block like a king on a throne Surrounded by thousands, but always alone Sirens flashing, blue lights in my eyes Feeding on anger, believing the lies They called me the leader, they called me the boss But counting my wins, I was blind to the loss. Concrete jungle, no room for mistakes Fake smiles, real snakes, playing high stakes. But at the end of the night, when the smoke clears away The weight on my chest was too heavy to weigh I was running from shadows, running from time Looking for peace that I never could find… Until the storm stopped. And I heard a voice. He saw the light! (He saw the light!) No longer running in the dead of the night. The chains are broken, the slate is clean He found the grace that you’ve never seen. From the concrete valleys to the holy street, The real O.G. is bowing at His feet. Hallelujah, the war is won, The old man is dead, a new life has begun! No more weapons, I’m holding the Word The sweetest redemption that I’ve ever heard Gave up the kingdom I built in the dirt He healed every scar, He took all of the hurt They ask me: "O.G , where is your crown?" I tell 'em I dropped it when Mercy came down. I used to ride for the block and the crew, Now I’m a soldier for Christ, making everything new. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound… The lost O.G. has finally been found. Out of the dark, into His view, He made me whole, He made me new… Hallelujah… Amen. Thank You Lord !
