[Intro: C-Mob & Monty Carlo]
Yeah
Let's do it
Marion Indiana
Home of the giants
7-6-5
Stand up
Ojg, Monty Carlo, Prob, Ill Will, C-Mob
Boscon Midi in this bitch
All my go-getters stand up
BMWs stand up
Half-nots stand up
Yeah
It's time to put the city on
You already know
Philo T on the beat
You a fool for this one
Yeah
Same rules apply
Yeah

[Hook: Prob]
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
Bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah
And if the same rules apply to what you drink then I am royalty (roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
P-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG
[Verse 1: Ojg]
Yeah, Oj fucking g
If you out here making any kinda noise
Then you know I'mma fucking OG
Especially when it comes to these trees
Sage ruins a plow when I murder these beats
I get so high when I'm smoking on me
I prefer regular Swisher Sweets
I like my hair straight and my sprite cold
Keep y'all clowns walking tight ropes
If you slip once it's your life hoe
If you get up it's that ego to your stomach
Making vomit
Throwing up them [hon doms?]
Mayberry 7-6-5 by the cemetery's where I'm from

[Verse 2: Monty Carlo]
Smoking OG Bobby Johnson
Deuce up, two blunts
Purple weed, purple bag
That's Crown Royal, got two cups
I'm too drunk
Feeling right
This right here for our city
That's the half-nots
Go getters
BMW and that boss [humidly?]
Who rocking with me?
Then pull up
N***a roll up and get foggy
K-Killed them cats and they were sleeping on me
Now they scared to get groggy
N***a it's Carlo with this heat
P-P-Philo T all in that beat
And a little money y'all n***as brag about
I'm rolling up in my suite
[Hook: Prob]
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
Bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah
And if the same rules apply to what you drink then I am royalty (roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
P-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG

[Verse 3: Prob]
Prob
A-a-a-ask my young n***as to the grey bog
Talking bout young n***as
Please don't pass that mid-gray when that OG in my lungs n***a
Give us that throne n***a
My whole team deserve royalty
And I don't mind if you Crown me but I prefer some Hennessy
That's all we drink, Y-yack club
I'm a Cognac sipper till the day I day
I'll keep it 100 with you
Return the favor
The same rules apply
No lie
I'm no hypocrite
I'm just keeping it
Real versus fake
My real n***as, they gonna relate
When you getting cake that's your favorite plate
[Verse 4: Ill Will]
If you are what you eat, I'm Hannibal Lecter
Eat your favorite rapper with some Fava beans
Cause I'm cold (cold)
But on the contrary
My flow hotter than a lava stream
It's just Ojg, Carlo plus me, Prob and C-Mob
And we go
Gone like a retard
That weak shit I just regard
My dawgs blow
More real weed now cause my connection's got his green card and them O's come in prescription bags
So the lone man weed don't need drones
And I pour
Up that bottle banging
My style fun with that lemonade
If you n***as hating get deez nuts or we get paid hoe

[Hook: Prob]
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
Bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah
And if the same rules apply to what you drink then I am royalty (roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
P-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG

[C-Mob: Verse 5]
Yeah
Sipping on a bottle of Crown Royale
Planning on my next endeavor I'm trynna get paid like I found oil
Keep ten toes down toil
Hard for the money, break ground soil
And I link up with a select few cause not everybody in the town's loyal
Breaking down and run the OG
When I roll these
No weed
Get up in the studio and go hard
And if you gotta find the women that suck it don't wanna see me in public I love it when I pull out yo card
What we say in the booth do you hear it? (ugh)
The same rules apply to the street
The time and effort that I put into my lyrics
The same rules apply to the beat
You don't really wanna start shit with us (ugh)
It'll get you crushed
Hit till your lips adjust cause when I'm pissed enough
Then it's fists to cuffs
And plus Mob trigga fingers they itch to bust
So in the midst of us
If you wanna act funny better get back
We can't stand ya
We're from the small town of madness, Marion Indiana

[Hook: Prob]
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
Bi-bitch I am an OG
Yeah
And if the same rules apply to what you drink then I am royalty (roy-roy-royalty)
They say you are what you eat
If the same rules apply to what you smoke then I am an OG
P-p-p-R-O-B
Ill Will, Oj fucking G
My-my Monty Carlo and C-M-O-B
Bitch I am an OG