Lyrics:
Bitch I like a shark
Two G's in my gar
Yea I thumbin wen I park
I thinkin forty by da marrow
Why they hate my Avatar Man
Must be sumthin da see man
Oxygen's running out slowly
Chain of food terribly coughing Temperature alarmingly rises
Our old Mom lost her
Health means wealth
End of equation
from G-Ro committed to slanging blow
Doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend
Running wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's
Barricade it that's love for the poppa
Medicated and I'm fucking wit a doctor
Ain't no g nigga ain't no poppa
Stockholm in love with her robber
Illuminati
Krept, Tally, deep within the streets, miss him
G, listen, I eat riddims, I'll keep spinning
Sneak dissing, keep digging, I'll Meek Mill him
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
By nature I’m just a horny and hungry creature, evil in demeanor
My penis is big as a meter, my ego big as my weiner
When feigning for senoritas, Old
and I
I go far do you wanna vibe
Flow so sick loud gotta capitalize
Do not disturb and I slide and decline
We stay up till the sun come by
Feel too lit
out
Surrounded by to many men
To many girl that use
You for the clout
They see you got doe
There running there mouth
Your broke they don't stick around
me , 'til I D I E
And all this drive to succeed
And this music is the key
I'm running low on the , L O V E
Everything I do , is G R A N D
Ima keep
running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause
I'll be running to the Ps 'til my feet hurt
With the gang thats teamwork
Bad bitch knows I don't need her
She just loves the way that I treat her
I
the G code I'm wherever the weed go you can tell by the chief smoke
Gotta feast though I'm wherever the cheese go
Stacking cheddar no Cheetos
I don't
and emotion
Copper by di portion cyaa
Cool wid purple lotion
When mi guns in motion
Blood running like di ocean
Dung inna di execution
Man mi nuh powder like
with work in my backpack
G's all up in that shit
G's all up in that bitch
Drunk calling me by my government
Running shit, gunning shit, shopping in
never quit
They trying to G check me, bitch I'm too legit
Talking out your neck like you do something, you ain't shit
This not a renty this a rolls, I'm
thoughts, the mood
Then it click, we running shit, as I make up a bonus brew
his is for the heights, nigga, knock down G's, steady flow
So I'm calling P. R.
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
Let my
begging on my knees
For that pistol to bust out the back of my dome and let it breathe
I been running up the G's I got trackstarr feet
Still smoking dope
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what's ancient, they tell us we ain't shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left
And the twelve step program couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T
looking down down down down
Gimme that crown crown crown crown
I'm running this town town town town
Spinning it round round round round
10 toes
and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas
Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock G's
the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin' make
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