Oz of Crack - Rio Da Yung OG

I’m a Ghetto Boy, I grew up in poverty

Apply this pressure on these niggas, make 'em tired of me

In the club, smokin' hella weed with my Glock on me

Ain’t no liquor, me and bro just drunk a pint of lean

Cut a nigga head off and make taco meat

Put some bread on the ham like I’m 'bout to eat

Whip a zip of hard for the fiends and swap it out for lean

Buy a brick of soft for my team, and credit card machines

Pint of red in my body, I can’t really focus

I gotta press a thousand pills, it’s gon' take the longest

Gotta hide this drank from my mama, she gon' make me pour it

I got a gallon in her basement, she don’t even know it

I had like seven thousand on me, I ain’t even show it

'Cause the ones who flash they stash really be the brokest

Crack fucked my uncle vision up, but he still smokin'

Peezy told me, «Stay focused, we got them Ms comin'»

Balenci' cost a whole ounce of crack (Uh-huh)

My bitch Chanel cost a whole pint of Act' (Woah, woah)

I fell off but I bounced right back (Yeah)

Pay attention, lil' nigga, I can teach you how to stack

I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad)

They mad 'cause I’m on, nigga

I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad)

Yeah, they mad 'cause we on, nigga (Ooh, shit)

We know you got a couple dollars, nigga, be humble

'Cause C’ll blow your head off, and he don’t need money

Really livin' in them trenches, you ain’t seen nothin'

Hold on, bro, don’t pull off just yet, I got a fiend comin'

I really love the Hi-Tech, I got a thing for her

I ain’t never cheated on her with that green woman

I really live the shit I say, this ain’t no dream, homie

Long-nosed six-shot four-four, it got a beam on it

My bitch purse cost a pint, I told her, «Take it back»

Just give me two or three weeks and I could make it back

Shit, I fell off last year, I’m just shakin' back

Bro is not the fuckin' engineer, that shit you makin' trash

If you could put 'em in position, nigga, make it happen

Made ten in two days, but I could make it faster

Make the money then save it, this the «stay up» challenge

I know the nigga who sell blow if I don’t make it rappin'

Balenci' cost a whole ounce of crack (Uh-huh)

My bitch Chanel cost a whole pint of Act' (Woah, woah)

I fell off but I bounced right back (Yeah)

Pay attention, lil' nigga, I can teach you how to stack

I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad)

They mad 'cause I’m on, nigga

I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad)

Yeah, they mad 'cause we on, nigga (Ooh, shit)