[Spoken intro]

I can't be humble when I stumble, watch these niggas crawl
Walked through the jungle, never fumbled, now it's time to ball
When I was hungry, I was lonely, barely got a call
My stomach full up off them drugs, now I'm like Santa Clause
Well bitch, I got me three hoes, they out here 30 toting
They held it down to get the crown, we serving dirty smoke
Couldn't trust these niggas 'cause they singing just like Figaro
He gon miss his calls, get on your job, then play a pick a pole
I play with foes, not on the phone, we ship 'em plastic wrapped
I took my talents overseas, but now that bastard back
It's OG Mac, I never capped, even when these rappers did
Gotta hit more for the store, I got all these rapper kids

I see it in they in eyes, I don't need no violence
They see me like a prize, they don't need no ties
I'm looking for the truth, I don't need no lies
Cause when this shit gets shifty, I don't want no surprise