Testo 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 have 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 crashеd another Benz (Skrrr)
My nigga ain't get caught with no kilos
Hе 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 have job (Me either, Ghetto)
And I ain't never stopped ballin' (Go)

It's the Clicc and the Ghetto Boys
Ghetto Boys Clicc
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 (Forreal)
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
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