OBN Jay – On A Mission Lyrics

OBN Jay – On A Mission Lyrics
OBN Jay – On A Mission Lyrics

 

On A Mission Lyrics By OBN Jay

(Ayy, start it back, Tim)
(Yo, Vicky)

I’m in the back of the Maybach, me and my glizzy
Just left the hood, I made a left right by McKinley
When I’m movin’ ’round, I’m good, I got a stick that hold a fifty
If he play, then I’ma knock him out his fit for f*ckin’ with me
I’m fresh to death, this from the head down to the kicks, I sport Balencis
Grab my jewelry, put my Cuban on and then put on my tennis
Get to the point to where it’s easy, every three months, I make a milly
I can’t stop because I feel like I’m not done, I’m on a mission

Thuggin’ in Dallas with Beanie Sigel
Still clutchin’ my heater and I came with my people, oh
Climb up the ladder, get out the struggle
Then pull out your brothers, I know I’m a hustler, yeah
Price for the low-low, he sell it, then go get some more
When he sleep, he check the windows with Glocks up under the pillows
If you cross him, that’s a no-no
Big money, still in that four-door
Go f*ck with 40 on East Polk with junkies fiendin’ ’bout real dope

I hit the highway (Highway)
Makin’ money, don’t fly away (Fly away)
Well, there’s gotta be a better way (Better way)
A better way, better way, yeah

I’m in the back of the Maybach, me and my glizzy (Me and my glizzy)
Just left the hood, I made a left right by McKinley (Right by McKinley)
When I’m movin’ ’round, I’m good, I got a stick that hold a fifty
If he play, then I’ma knock him out his fit for f*ckin’ with me
I’m fresh to death, this from the head down to the kicks, I sport Balencis
Grab my jewelry, put my Cuban on and then put on my tennis
Get to the point to where it’s easy, every three months, I make a milly
I can’t stop because I feel like I’m not done, I’m on a mission

I’m a don dada, I am not one of them
Just me and my F&N and green tips come up out of them
They say money ’cause problems, well, f*ck it, I’m solvin’ ’em
H*es tried to play on my top, so now, I just be doggin’ ’em
And I been thuggin’ since little, since f*ckin’ with Paul and ’em
Thank God daddy helped me out, I was broker than all of them
Most of ’em declined the phone when they knew I was callin’ ’em
And I must, I must admit, to this day, I thank all of them (Thank you)

I’m in the back of the Maybach, me and my glizzy (Me and my glizzy)
Just left the hood, I made a left right by McKinley
When I’m movin’ ’round, I’m good, I got a stick that hold a fifty
If he play, then I’ma knock him out his fit for f*ckin’ with me
I’m fresh to death, this from the head down to the kicks, I sport Balencis
Grab my jewelry, put my Cuban on and then put on my tennis
Get to the point to where it’s easy, every three months, I make a milly
I can’t stop because I feel like I’m not done, I’m on a mission