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)

**** broke, steady stuck on that dumb shit

I ain't never seen you in the hood, where you from ****? (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 **** at? I just crashed another Benz (skrrr)

My **** 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 **** nature (fuck y'all)

I ain't asking for no help, I ain't asking for no favors

Every month, a **** 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' **** 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 ****)

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

And I ain't never stopped ballin'

Ayy, DJ, play this shit back