[Chorus: G Perico]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' 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'

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Dope dealer, huggin' the curb like most n***as
Lil' 50 Bubbles gave hope to a broke n***a (Yeah)
Soon as I flipped the onion, I told him, "We on, n***a"
Went and copped a grill, would cross down the road with it (Yeah)
Now AMG, I'm slidin' with soul strippers
Brodie on the run, he popped up the wrong n***a (Yeah)
Trap house buckin', they left me alone in it
Told the label, "I'll leave it, you give me a whole ticket" (Hey)
Yeah, and I ain't fell off since
Fuck the homicidal unit, I ain't tell y'all shit, it's on the pebbles
Big dog 'round this motherfucker, drop webbles, that ain't on my level
Far as Ms go, we accumulated several
Starvin' 'round a mozzarella fella, I wouldn't let him (Yeah)
Riches out my jurisdiction when the dust settle
With bodies on my résumé, deserve every medal, who you tellin', n***a?

[Chorus: G Perico]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' 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'
[Verse 2: G Perico]
Yeah, look, uh, ain't no future in that front shit (Nope)
N***as broke, steady stuck on that dumb shit
I ain't never seen you in the hood, where you from, n***a? (Where you from?)
I'm into life acceptin' everything that come with it (Cash)
I ain't broke, I'm fo' sure ain't no snitch (Rat)
The era that I'm from, we was beefin' with the Crips (It's the Clicc)
Never thought I'd get this old or get rich (Money)
Where n***as at? I just crashed another Benz (Skrrt)
My n***a ain't get caught with no kilos, he still got life on the phone tryna talk in code
Innerprize Clicc on everything I own
After eighteen years, Baby Town, welcome home (Welcome home)
First, they love you, then they hate you, that's just in a n***as nature (Fuck y'all)
I ain't askin' for no help, I ain't askin' for no favors
Every month a n***a gotta net at least a hundred bands (Cash)
Once you cross the other side, know there ain't no comin' back (None)
Flyin' 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 rappin' (It's the Clicc)

[Chorus: G Perico & Peezy]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' 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)
[Verse 3: Peezy]
It's the Clicc and the Ghetto Boys (Uh-huh), Ghetto Boys Clicc (It's us)
Forty grand in my khakis, that's that Ghetto Boys shit (Forty ball)
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 runnin' up to cars, pocket full of nicks (I got it)
Fresh as hell at the house parties, throwin' 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, I be still on that dumb shit (Still on that dumb shit)
My lil' n***as love strikers so I buy 'em just for them
Just was takin' over small times, how'd it come to this? (How the fuck?)
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 n***a)
It's the Clicc, n***a

[Chorus: G Perico]
Mama turned her back
I'm in the streets sellin' crack
Throwin' 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'
[Outro: G Perico]
Ayy, DJ, play this shit back