Ghetto Clicc E

Mama turned her back, I'm in the streets sellin' Crack. Throwin' up the G, that's when I was young, Now I'm an OG. I ain't never had a job And I ain't never stopped ballin'. Look, uh, ain't no future in that front sheet Niggas broke, steady stuck on that dumb shit I Ain't never seen you in the hood, where you From, nigga? I'm in the life, acceptin' everything That come with it I ain't broke, I for Sure ain't no snitch The era that I'm from, We was beefin' with the Crips Never thought I'd Get this old or get rich Where niggas at? I just crashed another Benz My nigga ain't get Caught with no kilos, he still got life on The phone, tryna talk in code. Enterprise clique on everything I own. After eighteen years, baby town, welcome home First They love you, then they hate you, that shit's In a nigga nature I ain't askin' for no Help, I ain't askin' for no favors. Every Monday, nigga got a net, at least a Hundred bands cross to the other side, no, there Ain't no comin' back Slidin' in my old school With them big rims on it. When I jump out, baby girl take a picture Of See me posted on the 'Gram, "It's the Clique" is the caption. I was ballin' in the Streets, but I'm richer off this rappin' Mama turned her back, I'm in the streets sellin' Crack. Throwin' up the G, that's when I was young, Now I'm an OG. I ain't never had a job Ghetto. And I ain't never stopped ballin'. It's the Clique and the Ghetto Boys, Ghetto Boys Clique Forty grand in my khakis, that's that ghetto Boy shit Mama turned her back on me, so I turned to the strip I never learned how To cartwheel, but I can make a flip I Got a baddie in the trap house and we Just made a flick She wanna put the tape On OnlyFans, man, this bitch sick I was young, Runnin' up the cars, pocket full of nicks Fresh As hell at the house party, stuntin' with the Sticks I ain't never had a job, but somehow I'm still lit I ain't never stopped ballin', you Ain't never left a bitch I'm an OG, nah, But still on that dumb shit My lil' niggas Love striker, so I buy 'em just for playin' Was takin' over small towns, how I come to This? BET Awards, quarter worth of jewelry with my Bitch First goal was a million, then I knocked It off the list We don't care about your Street cred if you ain't got no chips the Clique, nigga. Mama turned her back, I'm in the streets sellin' crack. Throwin' up the G, that's when I was young, Now I'm an OG. I ain't never had a job And I ain't never stopped ballin'. Ayy, DJ, play this shit back.