You Ain’t Right OG Kid Frost

[Hook: Diane Gordon]
You're no good, you're no good, baby
Baby, you're no good
You're no good, you're no good, baby
Baby, you're no good

[Verse 1: Frost]
I was raised in a rough neighborhood up to no good
I'm looking at the older fools in my hood
I want to walk like them, I want to talk like them
I want to be a little G and hold a Glock like them
I want my Dickies creased, I want to sag
I want to inhale some paint out of paper bags
And big puffing up a block got a fat money roll
And a firme '64
So, I guess it's me against the world
I'm only thirteen and I'm raising up a baby girl
And I'm inducted in a hall of crime
Cause they jumped my ass in back in '79
Now how you going tell me that I should get a job
Dirty money spends easy so I'd rather rob you, fool
But that's how it goes in the hood
And momma used to say that I was no damn good

[Hook: Diane Gordon]
You're no good, you're no good, baby
Baby, you're no good
You're no good, you're no good, baby
Baby, you're no good