It ain't no more OGs left, they dead or in jail, stuck in a cell

And if it is, I can't tell, you ain't gave em no direction

With this lil' badass, if you ain't want him you should've used protection

That's why I keep my weapon, he twistin' up his fingers

Don't even know what he's reppin', drill team he steppin

He was raised up reckless, runnin' round with a death wish

Prison jail cell guest list, I ain't gon' let him crash out

I'ma grab em and sit em him down, cause he gon' get his ass caught quick

Tryna do 60 fuckin' miles, Shit get real when they pull up and shoot them 7.62 rounds

It's too late for that was my baby, he in the ground now