Lyrics:
jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these
so it's time to make cheddar
Alabama, the beautiful green trees what you see
If you want it, I got it, so nigga holla at me
I'm that N-I-G-G
better place for the second coming
Not to mention I’m a JunKi life path number seven I’m so lucky
Do the math did you ever think you had a chance to be
G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause
a pen, ill be home around 10
And if you just let me in, I'll be your new best friend
And just when I'm about to leave, yo she pulled me by my sleeve
Feel like I struggled to make change
Baby, don't give me that same look
Went from a couple of G's to half-pounds
In a glass house passed in a couple
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
before clutch
Radar radius thus far it's too much
Be operating two-four/seven
Try to hit me with the next, I'll be ahead ten seconds
[Chorus]
When I've
that shit ain't nothin
Have a new G, lock a new week
Niggas postin' on the net like they really be livin
But now a nigga can't make me in the street
on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose
Whips fly in the wind
Checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose
All my ex’s got
a key
Killing get you points but who you put on what make u G
No one told me these boys ain't 100%, they're 40%
I been solid, I been thorough, been
Yea Haha niggas its 2006 and im back in this bitch
G-Unit
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit
a second chance
It's been a struggle cause lately, I just been saying "I can't grow my happiness"
"Without you here to see what I plant"
My father left but
the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by
Week in June I was born
I took form to take the whole world by storm
Ask the weather man why it got so warm
Armageddon has been in effect
You've been
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
dick like shawty I can rap too
Forever only got the family on the tattoos
Hold on
Still with G and its been about 7
That's my brother don't ask how it
the jail house holds us
Much love for my niggas that's been locked for a long crime
G la ma B.C. been locked for a long time
Ganksta NIP a brother that's
to the M to the E-G-A pussy
I just hope that you notice I live like a fantasy
But I want to make it all my reality stuck inside the hood and seeing
After writing one song, I found that it was easy to write the second song and it was easier to write the third and the fourth and the fifth. I made
days go by, then you say hi
We both taking approaches so what we got? Oh, ay, that's the bell, I gotta go, we can talk later, waking
Up at seven, go
the minute, trickin' around with throats can't if no hustle ain't in it man get with it. Shouldn't be reasoning the rules, it's harder by the second trying not
(Six g, for real, for real)
(Aye yo Callari, this shit fye)
Pixelate, fornicate
My future self told me to wait
Abbreviate, dissociate
I came this
a different schedule
ain't know I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
Discuss these g by 7 seconds Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In