Lyrics:
Yeah, your boy G-P the Beast, man, shadada gang, fill his pocket up with some change
I just wanna talk to him
Tried to smut my name, but niggas know
on your dreams
So many niggas doubted man like who the fuck is Lil Prince
Real G, fake friends show em who the fuck is the king
They see how I'm rapping now
They want Montana Back? Aii
Pushing P and thats word to my motha
From NY keep a g in my puffer
Catch an OPP imma send him right under
My Diamonds so
for infinity
Can he be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck, they can't function
Caught up in the scrimage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you
You can't test my styley
Unless your name's Skepta or Wiley
Only the big names stand by me, LDN
You know where to find me
None of these labels can
lackin' blood, anaemia
(Boom, boom) you should've been speedier
I'm from the G, but I'm pushin' the P
Like Gunna my two pinkies ain't a Wunna
I'm more
Hallelujah savior
It's my behavior with the razor make 'em call on a savior
All that p89 rubber grip with the lazer
If I'm riding I'm a gun hold nigga
to a chick on the track
Make my money, bend her or over, slap the dick on the back
They call me Young (Jay!) G, I'm the man in charge
If you read this
D:Now in Washington D.C.
W:It's democrats and the G.O.P.
Y:But the ones in charge are plain to see
D:The Clintons Bill and Hillary
Y: The next
gon get this Jesus for the wholesale
I screaming Grace over everything G Code NEVA been ashamed Homie we bold. Favor on my life got me feeling
three cheffings
By the time he came home, it would've been P-7
Hmp's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem
Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in all black
material not an average booty call
Its kind of mad though I was feeling head spun
Man I found love when I never used to get none
I weren't the type of guy
bend a knee
I might touch it in the spot
If that's her fantasy
I ten command them wicked
She like it B I G
Jah bless who liveth
Who live it rite by me
by your mami
For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be
You get that short late waist pack money
I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring
(Come on)
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay)
I'm the man (let's go) and no one else
Rrraah, rraah
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king
the mountains that they conquered to the valleys they dwell
Don't let life's greatest book be pulled from the shelves
The G.P. signin' off, take care of ya selves
some over 25 shit
Shit I'm over there by like 6
Maybe 7 by the time this drops
I'm getting to the age where I'm reminded lots
That I'm running outta
the same ole G
But now I’m rocking with the Fam
And we branded P
Me and my old man, we linked back up
Now all these feelings inside got me all shook up
Now
(word)
Takeover by groups
Chill with my troops
Who you think you fakin', dude?
You strictly in it for them G's
The hip-hop that we drop is like fresh
Never and never again shall it be
That this beautiful land
Will again experience
The oppression of one by another
The revolution was hard
Days were
I keep my game face on, paper's not long
It's mandle my hustle's strong, so it's off to
Scoopski got a G, got a homie that'll give us that
Love
Yo, yo..
If I had half as many bars in gold
as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Niggaz want to know is Canibus
the hammer
You need triads
I need to get up outta here
don't really think It's cool to let another man
[Havoc]
"Let me buck that nigga son"
[Prodigy]
man I'm bringing the pain out with 45
But then I, fuck around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blast
Then I come through the door with a motherfucking
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