Alter Ego

(album: Osama - 2019)

Yeah
They like
They always got something to say, like the people that just don't know
They don't like MO3
You don't like Osama 3 Laden
Hold on, wait up, what you talking 'bout? Like, ayy
Them niggas always got something going, what you mean? Like them the same people
Like nah, nigga
I'm MO-motherfuckin'-3, I be tryna chill, like
I'm, I'm Osama 3 Laden, niggas know what's up with me, nigga
That's on gang

Heard that they got in they head that they know what the fuck is up (What?)
MO3, you gotta tell 'em (Yeah)
But you do it better
The heavenly melody that I use make 'em feel it through they sweater
But tell 'em I never wan' let up, I just caught a body (Osama)
Yeah, I know I'm the devil
Bro, you gotta chill, I got us out the hood
Wait, MO3, I'm your monster, now take this Beretta
'Cause any nigga that be ready to get it, I'm ready to hit 'em
Yeah, they really be tripping, I'm finna pull out this chopper (Yeah)
Hit like the Holocaust, flip 'em and knock 'em off
3, is you slidin'? I don't got no option
'Cause we the same, well, look, there they go
Do you got that 30? Just go when I'm coming
Osama, you got me? Look, 3, I'm a monster
When this shit get ugly, bitch, I'ma keep dumping
Set it off like the Ruckers, late night, I'm conniving and clutching
K double, they gon' lay in puddles
Osama, you speedin'? Yeah, I know what I did
But I'm mad 'cause these bitch niggas blamed it on Bubble
Glock on me, I'm thugging
Take that to the grave, on my youngin
Look over me, 3 made a promise
When he went to jail visitation, he looked at his mama
And told her that he gon' stay positive (Yeah)
Boy, what you mean? Bitch, that's my mama too
But look, Osama, you the reason it's drama (For real)
Yeah, 3, I know
But still the same reason that they won't come play again, I put 'em under (Woo)
You just keep rapping, I'ma keep spinning (Yeah)
You got a future, he got three kids (Okay)
Ayy, who that is? Oh, that's lil' Marcus (What?)
Well, tell him don't speak on the shit that we did (Nah)
3, who that is? Oh, that's Osama
He got no chill, he too for real
3, you gotta chill, I know, but I can't
'Cause Osama keep saying somebody getting killed (Yeah)
3, where he at? He sitting right here
Put him on the phone, ayy, bro, what's the deal? (Hello?)
Look, I'm just the messenger, oh, this the devil?
Tell him I met him way back in '06 (Yeah)

Some people like me
Some say they hate me (For real)
Some say I'm a nobody
Others say I'm famous (On gang)
I'm just tryna feed my kids, make sure that I raise 'em (On gang)
I looked at myself and told myself, "Nigga, you made it"
This is both of me, they getting both of me (On gang)
Heard that they want smoke with me, well, ain't no ho in 3 (For real)
This is both of me, they getting both of me (On gang)
No, it ain't no joke with me, it ain't no ho in 3

I see you, 3, you shining (Oh, yeah?)
Osama, what you on? (I'm talking 'bout that chain)
Oh, you bust down that Rollie in your mouth?
Yeah, I can't cap, bitch, I done changed the game
Yeah, you did, came a long way from the Krook and selling dope out on Forest Lane
3, them people love you (Haha, yeah, they do, right?)
And them hoes go crazy when you sing (Yeah)
But Osama, they love you too
3, no, they don't, bitch, they don't feel my pain (Nah)
They don't know how my friends done backstabbed me
Drug me through the mud, dirt on my name
And the hoes that I loved did me dirty
I'm broke, so bitch, I'm back jacking
And Facebook say I'm a ho
But I slang iron like my dead granddaddy
And 3, you got it good
See, all this hate done turned me to a savage
Hate they do you wrong 'cause you cool
Be at them schools making them kids happy
You fed the homeless, went and gave bikes to all them kids who didn't have it
And what'd they do? They screenshot you
Talked about your clothes and kept laughing
Radio won't play your song, ain't that a shame? And you just keep asking
Hundred million views on YouTube
And you pack out them shows, I'm stating facts
They say you a bad person
They say you hothead, but never seened in action
So if it's you, well, then it's me
'Cause bitch, we us, so we gon' keep mashing

Some people like me
Some say they hate me (For real)
Some say I'm a nobody
Others say I'm famous (On gang)
I'm just tryna feed my kids, make sure that I raise 'em (On gang)
I looked at myself and told myself, "Nigga, you made it"
This is both of me, they getting both of me (On gang)
Heard that they want smoke with me, well, ain't no ho in 3 (For real)
This is both of me, they getting both of me (On gang)
No, it ain't no joke with me, it ain't no ho in 3

Yes, yam, he do it again
That me boy MO3
Me a top shotta, me a rude boy, me a bombaclaat, top shot
Bambata, don dada
My boy did it again
Booyah
Bombaclaat fuckers and suckers, gang