Lyrics:
(chorus)
G D C G
You’re a heavenly land, blessed by The Man above
Am
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Omologo 4g
Toba ti gbope malo gbagbe family
You know say na dem dey for you when you no get anything
You know say this life na vanity upon vanity
Wo
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
on the stamps like me
But I grew up wanting to be rich so I made a little wish
Damn my Mama going to be pissed
When she find out I'm a g
When she find out I'm a g
Hookin' me up with that dope shit
The last track on my motherfuckin' album
We kickin' it funky gangsta
Yeah, side ways to the next light
Peace
No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here,
fourth album yo, this my FOURTH ALBUM.
I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin wild
records. That Ready to Die shit, it was aight,
the time for the sprite, yea, album the time for the fight
Shawty want the time for the light, I just be running with the lights
Bitch is so fried she
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
Picture niggas rollin', flyin', foreign floatin' out of space (ayy)
Or bitches on Instagram with no filter face (face)
Picture if judges ain't judge us by
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
ass niggas don't know my style
This shit thuggish, fo' life, I told y'all
It's album three see g sound, freestyle
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
the album's storyline breaks off[03:44.19]As this song was not originally[03:46.52]Intended to be on this album[03:48.01]Inspired by Picasso's blue period
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
right now
Say Pat G’s in the house
Pat G’s in the house
Pat G’s in the house
Pat G’s in the house
My light’s bright even on a dark knight
Suits all black,
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
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