Lyrics:
the money is near, I ain't coming out the van
Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G code
Got three hoes in the G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
to my CD
You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject
I'll even give
and kicking
I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
going get a fortune
Trap booming like Metro
Dumb it down fuck the tempo
By any means necessary nigga I don't play around
G check on you niggas if you fake
the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
Music gave me a brand new show
Little nigga, I'll plug myself
Plug my scene, plug my guys
This ting's more than a buzz, don't lie
Wanna be a G? Real
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
I'm gettin' sold this dream
I put my trust in wrong places
Cah my heart's too clean
I'm homeless and hopeless
Just my balls and fiends
By hook or by
Wu
Tang killer with the CREAM
Kill a beat, kill a fleet
Killer with the free
This is how we do it yes it's L-O-G-IC
I'm out in LA
This is how we do it
G-eazy, what up?
From the back to the universe
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain't practice
We put asses in
Yea
Let's catch a vibe right now
Turnin' up like this could be the damn last time
Looking back, I swear I should be dead by now
Looking back, I
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
fast so I had to blow
And I walked by faith,not by sight
Cause I know G-O-D will guide me right
I take the bitter with the sweet,I know you feel my
wait until the album drops
No this is real warm but the albums hot
Now write a letter of complaint if this don't make you bop
I'm ready for war my lyric
mybroe
I bring life to the booth
Kill a mic when I recite the truth, ja
MC by trade
I let my rhyme play
From Saturday to Friday
I have to do it my way
Step
speaking the truth Cause he don't believes in lies
LA Legend with John legend Singing by ya side
In maybach on ya album cover Look at the sky
A G member
can't stop it 'till they cop it. Welcome to the cock pit
I put my mask on second... Go ahead dissect it
I'm just tryna get by
All the times they've lied
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