Lyrics:
in my raps when I spit, if I said then I stand on this
Nigga that's real shit
Ten toes never fold in this shit, keep it G cause that's what I am bitch
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
of the ship
When you dividing the pie, rats come, it's all math son
So is it really really real? Or do you need to shapen up my G?
I'm a tree, you know peace
Set to detonate
There's just one thing
Uh-huh, sharp
That I, would like to say
Ha yes y'all
There's just one thing
Watch out
That I, would like
Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
Able's on the roof, cook
Set to detonate
There's just one thing
Uh-huh, sharp
That I, would like to say
Ha yes y'all
There's just one thing
Watch out
That I, would like
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
Money ain't a thing 'cause I came from nada
Down to broke with you, that's a real partner
For better or worse, you got somebody, better hold on (hold
some money
From the corporations?
Are they liking me, is it ok now?
They forgot about the whole Beyoncé thing
Right? Ok, Cool
Is it ok now?"
Remind me
Here you go with that again
You act like we ain't cool or sumthin
Let's go smoke a Kool or sumthin
Talk and sip a brew or sumthin
Naw man I ain't
writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers,
love the way I write
For real I think I seen my death
Think I like bumming g's from Jeff
Pockets on my cheese on e and they seems on f
I'm a hard working
the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch
the dope game
or the rap game
or what situation
your in my friend
there is no such thing as a fuckin friend
maybe you out to get them secretly
they out
root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while
suede shoes
Some G's are fake and some will make moves
I prove jazz gone up another level
Real without making a deal with the devil
And so, I'm about
Sucking my dick and my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
Blood bath when I let the fucking rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
hearin'
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch
Made my heart sing
I'll dance in snakeskin shoes, to alleviate your blues
I'll order a brass monkey, to make things real funky
Similar culture, couldn't
the slums at (skrrt)
In the booth, hold up, who want rap?
Where the funds at? (Where it's at?)
My Lieutenant 'bout to send it
Bitch I'm where the plug
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while
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