[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Nigga, I just be shit talkin', I'm bad at rappin'
(David Wesson)
And I gotta be myself, I'm bad at actin'
Alright, alright, ayy

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
When I first met Big P, I was crack sellin'
He told me sell dope or just rap, stop half steppin'
But I wasn't makin' money off the rap, so I laughed at him
Bought some dope and caught a fed case, kinda ass-backwards
You still talkin' 'bout a hundred K, boy, that ain't money
P came home like fuck the Morton, one lines of red go for eight hundred
Ghetto Boy piece cost eight racks, can you pay it for me?
He said, "Nigga, you could buy ten of 'em, just go say somethin'"
Meanin' go to the studio and rap, nigga
Then hе pulled out a bookbag with eighty racks in it
He told mе if you got a catalog, then you can stack money
He ain't have to sell an OJ, he just rap for it

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
First day I met P was at the gas station
He like, "You hard and I can get your ass some mad paper"
But I ain't listen, went back to the block and started bag chasin'
I love this rappin' shit, but my first passion was drag racin'
I only met the nigga twice, but he a real nigga
That made it easier for me to sign a deal with him
I'm a rapper now, two years ago, I was a pill flipper
Steady addin' to my catalog, I'm tryna build, nigga
Ghetto Boyz for life until I die, and that's the way it is
Still reppin' Real Money Counter, free that nigga Ben
Grinded hard for everything I got, we ain't need a BIN
P told me with this rappin' shit, you don't need friends
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