Lyrics:
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R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
live how you want when you keepin G
If she don't play her role, give her back to the streets
I'm a grown ass man, I be handlin' things
In a meetin',
no scan
I just be smoking these grams
Gotta be focused on bands
Popping my shit not no tag
Stay in the mix in the back
Gotta reach deep in my bag
I
in the hood
I'm a Asshole By Nature I
Make it rain real good
Ro and Trae - Assholes By Nature no doubt
Motherfucker can you stand the rain?
Cause if
gotta refuel
Hit 'em once and then I pass, I'ma hardly reuse
Kept it solid, rep the gang, 'cause that's what a G do
If you 'bout money, rollin' up
[Chorus]
5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G?
Ha ha ha.
To thug or not to thug?
To G or not to G?
See that's the question.
Every time
me
I tell 'em how I'm gon' be great
They remind me that it's not easy
I know I'm gon' be great
I got my niggas by my side
I know my pops is proud of me
I'm pulling these hoes on a paper tolls
Or a add by the woods take her to the Mo'
Lil B got slow weed you could blow
Twenty yeah on my wrist and
It's
ahead, bruh
Aye, look
Off the dribble, I'm like whoo, yeah
This beat hard niggas sweethearts, on God
They don't even be hard
My lil niggas be popping
barely take a leak
Baby girl I'm not no regular you gotta pay a fee
I just popped a milligram I want my m's I keep It G
And little shawty let me fuck , I
on the regular
G-Sixty-Three as a tourist
Don't ask why we do this
Don't ask what I spend
The Amex in platinum is lucid
Don't bend it, it ain't what you used to
I
smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts
Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes
Got
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
wrap it up
Dish it sell it make a milli from it
Blow it on a rolli yeah
Strippers on my line
That shit regular
Designer on my mind
That shit regular
Yeah
Versace, We Can Eat Hibachi For A Living
Text Me When You Drunk, So I Know It’s Real, Ayy
I Be Hard Off G.P. Fxk A Pill, Ayy
You Can Hate, Cause It’s Too
Versace, We Can Eat Hibachi For A Living
Text Me When You Drunk, So I Know It’s Real, Ayy
I Be Hard Off G.P. Fxk A Pill, Ayy
You Can’t Hate, Cause It’s Too
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
Jones
I waited my whole life to be somebody
But now I've gotta get a visit just to see somebody
I'm in this all white, reminscin' all night, 'bout
never the less on my jock
Devastated by the knock I got
In a trunk with a fallen top
I'm a playa, nominated for G of the Year
With rocks in my ear
Wood
Cuz I gotta get on the road, drifting hellcats in the snow, smoking the gas, yea the dro, draco and 9’s and see they blow, and they go everywhere that
Created by yellow tape and chalk lines
Lived anonymous I.D. was just a gang sign
Hard headed like ball hogs at crunch time
Ready to eat with all my
I'm talkin' my shit
I know that they love me oh uh
I be outta the mix
I'm poppin' my shit
There ain't nobody that's hot like this
There ain't nobody
adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Tellin' you that we are
Rushin' to the ER
By this time tomorrow we was posed to be in DR
Me blowin' a cigar
You sippin' a tini
I told her pack her
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