OGs Told Me - Masta Killa feat. Boy Backs, Moe Roc, Masta Killa, Moe Roc

Eh-yo, I’m fresh off the airplane, running through the airport

Six hours jet lag now I’m smoking Newports

Rent a car Trans Am, now I’m on transport

I can drive reckless, insurance full tort

Rap is my hobby, racing is my new sport

Backs on the mission, y’all better abort

I never cop pleas I just take it to court

Catch me in the projects still drinking a quart

Sitting on crates, my cocaine is great

My weed even better we never smoking that

Pure garbage, Backwoods and baggage

With Tommy Green I’m still spending that cabbage

Pull a pistol, still letting 'em have it

32 sub you can call me Magic

David Blaine I’m back simple and plain

Prisoner of war, I’m rap’s John McCain

My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money

My OG told me 'bout life

My OG told me, said the OG told me

Said the OGs told me that real

My OG told me 'bout money

My OG told me 'bout life

My OG told me, said the OG told me

I said the OGs told me that real

Peace yelling drum the kick, Killa Clique

Billion dollar motion picture, figure niggas

Thousand dollar baller, riches kill snake and snitches

Diamond pinky ringing for the bitches

Listen to the greatest rap murderer, East Medina warrior

Snow-colored Benz in the winter, Wu forever

Don’t you ever think we ain’t forever, still tougher than leather

Still taking money, monumental words

For the mental still lethal, spit fly shit seasonal

Major League, universal song rang regional

But still in these concrete streets where life is so real

I still set sail for my peoples 'cause I see you

My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money

My OG told me 'bout life

My OG told me, said the OG told me

Said the OGs told me that real

My OG told me 'bout money

My OG told me 'bout life

My OG told me, said the OG told me

I said the OGs told me that real

Double Benzes, we ride bumper to bumper

Rims on every wheel, you rolling with hoodville

We so ill, y’all cats is no thrill

Anybody in the way get turned to road kill

Die slow, my team is on go

We 55 deep and wearing that logo

I’m a lion born a Leo

And you know I got soul but never a Ne-Yo

Y’all rappers is broke like T. O

Better off running up in the bank like Cleo

Set it off, I’m quick to let it off

High grade weed and a bottle of Smirnoff

My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money

My OG told me 'bout life

My OG told me, said the OG told me

Said the OGs told me that real

My OG told me 'bout money

My OG told me 'bout life

My OG told me, said the OG told me

I said the OGs told me that real

Wu-Tang forever, nigga

Wu-Tang forever, nigga

Wu-Tang forever, nigga