Seven Sign is in the building, Q Loco is in the building, Busy the Kid, let's get itAs the tune starts to groove with a fat sack of a VAT, yeahAsk IG and this is OG, fresh from the studio, yeahThe Ghetto Jam is about to slam with some milk from my nigga O.J.Yeah, so here we go, so here we go, so here we go, so here we goKidnapped at 5, your heart ignores me, Ruthless Records, y'all know the story30 to 40 million, I'm still climbing, I wrote the music, Frankie LymeSynchronize, it's perfect timing, swing the kitchen sink, I'm swinging four diamondsThere's no questions, they bought it for Brian, I'm speaking third person in the back of the lineYeah, so here we go, so here we go, so here we go, so here we go, so here we goRobotic, with no emotions, shattered glass, mazel tov, been brokeSponge Mob, now let it soak in, black vision so I can let my locs inCowboy, tobacco copin', trying to adore, the masters awokenSeven Sign and this motherfucker till we cripple crazy and bind, Loco, let's get it, niggaHere we go, here we go, as the tune starts to groove with a fat sack of a VAT, yeahAsk IG and this is OGFresh from the studio, yeahThe Ghetto Jam is about to slam with some milk from my nigga OJSo here we go, so here we go, so here we go, so here we goIt's a shame, niggas wanna smut my name, they fuckin' lameHatin' on the nigga ghetto fame, who's to blame?I got the blunt now past the flame, I've been hot, who's this busy brought me into the game?We've been ballin', diamonds on my neck and fists in my earBling bling all on the wrist, I got the blood now past the flame, I've been hot, who's this busy brought me into the game?We drink Henny, nigga, I don't drink the Christmas Q, LocoAin't nobody fuckin' with this, I run, L.A.Call me like Luciano, I'm un-divorcedNigga call me Tony Soprano, cause me and Miss Loco, we be bubbleatin'While these niggas out here be playin', hatin'These bitches be hatin', they devils like SatanGot me on the run, my nigga just call me Walter PaytonI'm movin' and groovin' straight, gettin' that cashAnd if a nigga don't like it, he can kiss my *Here we go, here we go, as the tune starts to groove with a fat sack of a VAT, yeahHere we go, here we go, as the tune starts to groove with a fat sack of a VAT, yeahAsk IG, and this is OG, fresh from the studio, yeahThe Gato Jam is about to slam with some milk from my nigga O.J.So here we go, so here we go, so here we go, so here we goLet's keep it real, boom docks, St. Clair, two blocksAbandoned building, I'm throwin' rocksAbandoned building, I'm throwin' rocksAbfashioned refuse hauls, I used to trust the copsI'd make it rain, if I was a clabI'd see the world, with the eye of a childFrigid flow, I call it catchin' cubsDiamond bezel, so I could catch myselfI see the glory, Martin Luther KingSheryl Crow, birds mean everythingMy, my niggas hate me, LeBron JamesJabril, I love you so, you know Dwyane WadeSunshine on me, with no shadeEscape the shadow, outer space sees your painEscape the shadow, outer space sees your painI stand naked with no shame Tears flow down the windowpaneHere we go, here we go As the tune starts to grooveIn a fat sack over that gang Ask IG and this is OGFresh from the studio DNA The ghetto jam is about to slamWith some help from my nigga OG So here we go, so here we goSo here we go, so here we go