Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
You know what the fuck goin´ on, Money Is Not Everything
Free the whole ghetto
I´m back in my mood now, you know what I´m sayin´?

Get to this shit
What y´all want? Alright

Ayy, it´s the Yung OG, I just poured a three
Nigga, fuck a za bag, I just sold a tree
Still´ll pass my man the ball, I got an open three
C got a six of Act´, I told him hold a three
Two hundred on the Rio piece so they can know it´s me
Twenty million, all cash, I got a goal to reach
This shit feel different when you independent
I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
Bro got a crock pot, tryna spend the chicken
Run up on some fast shit and get killed in Lenox
Stamped in my hood, I don´t even need my windows tinted

Beat his head with the Glock ´til the pistol bendin´
You a little nigga, I could put out ten G´s and get you killed in prison
I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin´ in it?
Louis bag got chicken in it
Brown pint of Hi-Tech, I ain´t sippin´ liquor
This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
Yesterday, I fried a twelve hard, not a chicken dinner
Why you braggin´ on that AP and my kitchen bigger?
You run around owin´ niggas and I got Ricky with me
Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?

Sprayed the crowd with ARP, we hit fifteen niggas
They ain´t die, but we still got our point across
My OG richer than you rappers off of boy and soft
Next time I go to Jersey, knockin´ Toya off
I done made so much pape´, I´m above the law
I knew that wasn´t no real Activis, it ain´t numb my jaw
I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
Yeah, I let you fuck my bitch, she was never mine
I was finna pull up with the  nah, never mind
C got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin´ mine
Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a Cheddar Bob
All I do is count dog shit, I need a bank teller job
Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain´t sellin´ mine
Took the whole pint to two G´s, he hit it seven times

I just found a four of Act´, I feel better now
I really made a couple M´s and I can tell you how
He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
At first she had some clean pussy, I could smell it now
Took a hundred pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
Three mil´ in equity, I can´t sell my house
Your daddy told, you grew up and told, you a better mouse
Da Yung OG ´nem back in the city, bring your cheddar out
Bitch beggin´ me to hit her, I´ma sweat her out
Thirty-five hundred for a sweater now
On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
Don´t really give a fuck about this crib, I done slept on couches

Can´t believe they killed my brother at that dope house
Burned that bitch down, now ain´t nobody sellin´ dope out it
Ask about me in my hood, I bet they know ´bout me
The first time I drunk Act´, had my nose snotty
And why the fuck you tuck your chain? We don´t wanna rob you
And I could really tell you ain´t go to Wafi
I got a white boy from up North, he only want powder
Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand