Ghetto Clicc Remix 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' Dope dealer, huggin' the Corner like most niggas Lil' fifty bubbles gave hope To a broke nigga Soon as I flipped the Onion, I told her we on, nigga Went and Copped the grill, went crossin' the road with it Now AMG, I'm slidin' with soul strippers Brodie on The run, he popped at the wrong nigga Trap House buggin', they left me alone in it Told The label I'll leave if you give me a Whole ticket Yeah, and I ain't fell off since Fuck the homicidal unit, I ain't tell y'all shit That's on the pebbles Big dawg 'round this Motherfucker, drop webbles They ain't on my level Far as M's go, we accumulated several Starvin' 'round a mozzarella fella, I wouldn't let 'em Riches Out my jurisdiction when the dust settle With bodies On my resume, deserve every medal Who you tellin', 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' Yeah, look, uh Ain't no future in that front shit 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'll 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's just in a nigga nature I ain't askin' for no help, I ain't askin' For no favors Every money nigga got a net, At least a hundred bands Once you cross the Other side, no, there ain't no comin' back Slidin' My old school with them big rims on it When I jump out, baby girl take a picture Of me Post it on the 'Gram, it's the Clique as the caption I was ballin' in the Streets, but I'm rich 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 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 Curbs, pocket full of nicks Fresh as hell at The house party, throwin' up the six I ain't Never had a job, but somehow I'm still lit I ain't never stopped ballin', you ain't never left The bench I'm an OG, nah, but still on That damn shit My lil' niggas love strikers, so I buy 'em just to dunk Jets was takin' Over small towns, how it 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 It's 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