Lyrics:
the people around us are doing
We just vibin' till the end, we listening to acoustics Ain't nobody gonna judge you by the way that you're moving
Let me get
The south
Ern Sinatra
Build off of construct
Why the layers in my life start to look like lasagna
Used to call them my people till they turn
on the web
Just to get himself an under age
Person into bed
Right now there's a politician
Taking a bribe
Trying to figure out how many people
They can
Remember me?
Used to be in drought
Now I'm dripping all in sauce
Would've thought
If you throwing shade, my nigga you get mossed
I'm a boss, telling people
you
God tests us to see if we worthy
If you stumble my n*****
It shows you ain’t ready
Get your a** up
Try again
This life is so simple but instead we
And I know this I know this
Cuz you know you gotta get it while the Gettings good
No if ands or buts just do what u should
No drawbacks and that’s all
have sense
All I knew I was poor, black, broke and hungry
And the streets, they were callin me
So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G
To make it
something
You ain't ready for me through
I can tell you think you're something
By the size of your ego
Girl you know you want it
(Do it do it do it
Off that ignorant, belligerent
Gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens liver stanky rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your putang
to Tiffin
And you know we're at the top like we been ready this ain't given
I've had people try to stop all of the shit that I been spittin'
Like you know I
just like Mike, Mike Will, Miley Cyrus
Close my eyelids, feel my iris dilate
Ain't bothered by hate, I'm steppin' to it
We face the fate nigga
Hodgy
Falling down like rain upon the ground
We were laying in the sun
Listening to the radio
When someone said you'd better get inside
We didn't know how
Somebody told me I should get a normal job
If I don't quit the band I have I'll end up as a slob
But I'm not listening to no one
Especially not
got to....
Are you ready?
A shoot - a pain - with the knife between my teeth
And then I leave you in cold blood!
I'm comin' at ya!
I'm comin'
my shit loud at every party
Bitches get dicked down
Now they praying that they pregnant by me
On purpose, I be that nigga that you worship
Staying in
Day by day seasons change in the story of us
Sad lonely broken people together
Well I'll speak for myself
I've been trying to get to a place
Come on are you ready?
I came across the ocean on a subway line
Invited to a wedding party of some friends of mine
Yes, north, south, east
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
get you paid
I'm the Motorola I told the dime on the rise
I'll give you half the chance; if you could see it in my eyes
But don't be a buster gotta kill
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
know us one by one,
ready packed for action, one for all and all for fun.
You better beware and you better take care
When we hit the town tonight.
[Chorus]
All my life, work like a dog
Raised by wolves, running from the law
All my life, chasing these chicks
Trying to get paid, make your own
was poor, black, broke and hungry
And the streets, they were callin me
So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G
To make it easy for my family and me
covering up, lizard people with many selves
Voting is collaborating, only thing I'm advocating
Is raising awareness of MY awareness and self-congratulating
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