[Verse 1: Macc Grace]

Being back, I reminisce with click in Greenstone

It was just a dream of me to wreck, the microphone

Freestyling over beats, all night no sleep

Another day, another dub acting bad for the streets

It was me, P.A.T, Big Hawk, and Lil Ke

L.O.S., Big Poke, E.S.G, and M.O.E

Can’t forget Al-D, Big Jut, and Papi

Randy, Rhino, Clay-Doe, and Mike D

Man who would ever thought hood stars from the block

Would be the ones on the stage making crowds body rock

3-2 was at the lot but then he came back home

That was about the same time Ro and O came along

Through the years we lost bills, we shedded a few tears

To this day we hit the stage and still receive cheers

It’s a brand new day, and though a lot of things change

Screwed Up Click still here acting bad on the game

[Chorus]

It’s a new day

Can’t none stop us from shining

No way

Its cause the Click is still grinding

Yeahhhh

Screwed Up Click is here to stay

[Verse 2: Mr. 3-2]

Remember back in the day? At Screw’s house

Making grey tapes, till we all passed out

In the wood room, gone off drugs

Nothing but true love for my G’s and thugs

Shorty Mac, Al-D, and the boy P.A.T

Real official members of the S.U.C

Now’s a new day and were all on a mission

Some in studios and some in the kitchen

Whipping up grams, trying to feed the fam

Do what you got to, but you got to be a man

Damn, its feels hard to survive in the game

In the, fast lane, trying to keep my sane

Fame don’t matter when you’re thinking about tomorrow

Looking in the mirror; got to hustle up harder

Tie your shoe lace and head to the sky

How are you going to make it, if you don’t even try?

[Chorus]

It’s a new day

Can’t none stop us from shining

No way

Its cause the Click is still grinding

Yeahhhh

Screwed Up Click is here to stay

[Verse 3: Lil’ O]

Aye I am some cat that jumped down over the years

I’m Fat Rat Wit Da Cheese, blood sweat and tears

I putting down for the H, with the rest of my peers

Southside, Screwed Up, y’all know what the deal

And I’m still hustling, still striving, still homping, still grinding

So don’t be surprise when you see O shining

But it’s more than the money, hoes, and the diamonds

It means even through the struggle, you’re going to stay climbing

And mash on anything in front of you

And pay back the haters for what they’ve done to you

It’s real in the field, so I pack a gun or two

And pray to the lord that they don’t take me under, foo

But I got angels, like Screwyou, Mafio, and Lil Gator

Fat Pat up in heaven, I can see them wearing halos

Watching over me, we gone get this pay roll

Believe it, nigga lets it