KYLE — The After Party - Owen Raps at the Party

[Intro] Hey Yo, hey [Verse] Young OH! is the one they know so well Real recognize real, yo' name ring no bells I'm finna be on these rap niggas Coattails, oh well Niggas going copper, they makin' no sales I ain't having that Music's going platinum or platinum These niggas be thinking like Mike Jones Somebody like me, be thinking like Mike Jackson Yo, my homie Jeff has got me dressin' like a model Going full throttle, eating Chip O'Lees, fuck that, Chipot-le Having itches, sending naked yitty pictures for a follow Outrageous, hit the stage They lose their heads like Sleepy Hollow Beast Coast where it's at I mean, Y-O to be exact I know only this much of me is black But I know the streets so well, I don't need a map I'm really real, I don't need to act Nigga, I got a job, I don't need to trap Young OH!'s dope, that's something I know So the niggas at my show, don't need to clap [Outro] Yo, Wiz, this shit is strong, nigga I'm fuckin' smacked