Ghetto Clicc

Mama turned her back I'm in the streets selling crack Throwing up the G That's when I was young Now I'm a OG I ain't never had a job And I ain't never stopped ballin' (yeah, look, uh) Ain't no future in that front shit (nope) Niggas broke, steady stuck on that dumb shit I ain't never seen you in the hood, where you from nigga? (Where you from?) I'm into life accepting everything that come with it (cash) I ain't broke, I'm fo' sho' ain't no snitch (rat) The era that I'm from we was beefing with the Crips (it's the Clicc) Never thought I'd get this old or get rich (money) Where niggas at? I just crashed another Benz (skrrr) My nigga ain't get caught with no kilos He still got life on the phone trying to talk in code Innerprize Clicc on everything I own After 18 years, Baby Town welcome home (welcome home) First, they love you, then they hate you That's just in a niggas nature (fuck y'all) I ain't asking for no help, I ain't asking for no favors Every month, a nigga gotta net at least a hunnid bands (cash) Once you cross the other side, know there ain't no coming back (none) Flying in my old school with them big rims on it When I jump out, baby girl take a picture of me (cheese) Post it on the 'Gram, it's the Clicc, it's the caption I was ballin' in the streets, but I'm rich off this rapping (it's the Clicc) Mama turned her back I'm in the streets selling crack Throwing up the G That's when I was young Now I'm a OG I ain't never had a job (me either, Ghetto) And I ain't never stopped ballin' (go) It's the Clicc and the Ghetto Boys (uh-huh) Ghetto Boys Clicc (it's us) 40-grand in my khakis, that's that Ghetto Boys shit Mama turned her back on me, so I turned to the strip (I'm outside now) I never learned how to cartwheel (uh-huh), but I can make a flip (I can make flips) I got a baddie in the trap house and we just made a flick (for real) She want to put tape on OnlyFans, man, this bitch sick (man this bitch crazy) I was young running up to cars, pocket full of nicks (I got it) Fresh as hell at the house parties, throwing up the six (6 mile in this bitch) I ain't never had a job, but somehow I'm still lit (yeah) I ain't never stop ballin' (uh-huh) and you ain't never left the bench (you ain't never left the bench) I'm a OG and I be still on that dumb shit (Still on that dumb shit) My lil' niggas love strikers, so I buy 'em just for them Just was takin' over small times, how'd it come to this? BET Awards, quarter worth of jewelry with my bitch (no lie) First goal was a million, then I knocked off the list (come on) We don't care 'bout your street cred if you ain't got no chips (pussy nigga) It's the Clicc, nigga Mama turned her back I'm in the streets selling crack Throwing up the G That's when I was young Now I'm a OG I ain't never had a job And I ain't never stopped ballin' Ayy, DJ, play this shit back