(Verse 1)

I don't fuck with old hoes

Only fuck with new hoes

Only fuck with king rolls

Bank is filled with 5 o’s

Catch me at the new shows

I be spitting mad flows

Bitches taking off their cloths

Og mac is going pro

Og mac is going pro

Haters asking "oh what for?"

Fuck off with that shit

U know I'll pull up with the stick

Pull up with the stick

Get the fuck up off my dick

Other rappers make me sick

Og gang in this shit and we stay lit

Face it

U ain't no critic

Hating on my shit thinking like u some bigass hit

Well let me tell u, u ain't shit, watch me spit

Sitting in the cockpit, blowing up a lil bit

(Verse 2)

Here we go again writing bars with A.D

We will make big we will make the haters see

Gold on my wrist is squeaky shiny clean

But we keep it g ain't sippin on no lean

I'll be honest I ain't come from fucked up past

But its okay I can rap I can rap at last

I ain't had to take, had to take no ones life

But I'm still gonna do this rap shit right

I ain't gotten in no life threatening fights

I ain't seen no serious unseeable sights

I ain't been to the hood in the dark of night

That doesn't mean that I can't rap and make it tight

(Verse 3)

Taylor on the beat

Growing up in PG on Vista Rise Street

Chilling with my bois bumping in the back seat

When og mac takes off I'll be making sheets

Living in a suite

I'll be making heat

Haters will regret it

When they shit on me fuck em theyre pathetic

They try to bring me down no I won't fucking let it

Og mac's blowing up remember who said it

Og mac's blowing up I got all the credit

One day og mac will be up there

But for now I'm good with a mic and a chair

For now I'm down here but fucking beware

Og mac will be huge I'm living on a prayer