[Verse 1: Greg Owens]

From the C.O. to across the seas
It's the kid named G.O. in the place to be
I'm young, black and gifted, so that makes me dangerous
I aim to bust, who try to take the game from us
Y'all be trippin like Smokey doing angel dust
Greg Owens in the name we trust
I took my talents to Chicago
But I'm still representing O-H-I-O
And I'm still here whether you like it or not
And the plan is to take my whole team to the top
Get better every time my new music drop
Give you what you want, whether it's rap or pop
And you like it and you know it
So don't hide it and just show it
When it's all said it done
Me and my n***as in it for the long run (Kent talk to em)

[Verse 2: Kent]

Roll out just to roll by
Roll it up just to get high
Why y'all trippin man I'm just doing me
With two bad bitches, trying to do it three
I took the winter off cooking up the heat
You'll be lucky that you getting this for free
It's what you want and what you need
Took a while to plant the seed
Now it's time to get your ass up on your feet
Same n***a since day one
Just added hustle and had less fun
Dare a n***a to say somethin'
But I'll be ready when the day comes
Used to sit up in the back, had enough of that
I done got so fucking high off facing face
With my dogs making money off of couple cats
I'ma show you for Columbus where it's at
So I make a lot moves gotta dribble low
These n***as wonder what is in what it's hitting for
Depending how I'm feeling I say for the low
But if a n***a owed down then I'm taxing them
And that's real ain't keeping it the other way
I smoke kill rolling up until my dying day
Fuck how you feel nothing you say hold any weight
I repping BJ and Willie forever and a day, everyday

[Verse 3: Grizz]

My fam the most dope like Mac Miller, for that scrilla
I'll kill a mic with a vernacular, I'm that illa
Feel like Currensy audio dope I'm that dealer
Still hot box in the whip my n***a that's trilla
Go getta, Guerilla Unit I was raised on
Still the same kid, gold chain on
Man I'm just trying to get my aim on
I'm shooting for the stars now I'm warmed up n***a game on
First chain kind of like my first phone
Probably feel the same when I buy my first home
Sophomore year wearing gold around my neck
I was trying to get some pussy, go from rookie to a vet
I wanna hit Adele see you know they got them curves
No greek shit but your girl looking in my swerve
Catch me whipping riding slow around the block
I'ma do it til my heart stop, still Grizz n***a