Lyrics:
of the burdens
I took the hurt and I held it
Bad days good days then let it be free
Pop taught me best never show when I’m stressed
I take a L and I let it be G
They don't know
They don't know
I don't talk but where the weed at
I got the smoke I know you need that
Pocket full of G stacks
I'm chilling with my
metas no assunto se ninguém te convidou
Por favor não insistas, o David já avisou
Chamou me de cabrão, I be the G.O.A.T
Puto ninguém tem noção, nobody
gon hit you and you
And you and you
Double G sniper gang you know my shooters shoot
She ain't wanna fuck me til she seen me in the booth
If your whip
so cool
I wake up early and I'm making them moves
Hitting licks swear all I know is jugg
Double G the gang but don't think it's good
I pull up in
a way to crucify
As is I’m cruisin by all I see is dolla signs
We celebrate with some shots but never columbine
Ain’t my g but ig you can follow mine
All
he been a G since elementary
Pulling freaks and making them bitches skeet, this shit is nothing to me
Bought some heat, I'm probably gin' buy some
singan wala rumal
Og logi bhailok suno g
Scene hua garam ready hojao mere faujii
West sign krruh pureh shanseh
Arunachali hai londa hindustan seh
Peldu das
free, Watch out I be on a killing spree
Therapy on a beat, This ain’t what you want I gotta’ keep it G
I find peace in music but this ain’t peaceful music
Lacoste en mi cama y no te vi venir (No no)
Despierto en la mañana y 5 p*tas oh my g (Oh sh*t)
Yeah yeah, te voy a matar a ti (A ti a ti)
Yeah yeah,
nigga, you just a plan B
Don't be mad at me cause I caught her at Mr. Pantry
I don't want your bitch, nigga, to keep it G with ya
Tender as fuck, I
At me
They wanna be with T-y-m-i-n-n-g
That's me
Me, yo bitch, my crib, yea that's the scene
I set the scenery
I think yo bitch a Russian the way she
last time I popped three
Eyes open in case they try to pop me
Mouth closed and observe I'm a G
Work hard 'cause ain't shit coming free
'Bout mine, I'm
nobody but G O D and me
I swear give me some time Lil No gon be
OP
Okie dokie artichokie
Holy B on me
Try to run up on me
Get hit with some holy heat
talking Meg
He felt it in the heel
I think it hit his spleen shaking in the knees
Colder than the sea
For real G you don't wanna leak like it's Halloween
I
a g like pornhub my shit premium
I done tried to kill myself that's some fucking suicide
Therefore I won't hesitate to commit a homicide
If I do not
lame, man i had to let em know
Yeah
I got love for the rap game
What’s the G stand for
That’s my last name
I got fed up, said fuck a rap name
Who that be
been a G
And some of my enemies kin to me
But when it’s over they gone really see
Who was really Grindin comin from the streets
I gave them Knowlege
rarely fun
Losing friends losing sanity and stress a ton
Till i found my soul and now i see the money comes
Lifes a bitch hit that g spot and the money
bad, I am so bad you wanna deal with the heat
Come wit your squad instead of yourself? You making me laugh G
Im gonna kill you fallin angels
Since you’re
We were like Jada and Pac
My G baby
Living life like a nomadic
Clapped like .380's
Bangin' on my window
We shared our dreams on the rooftop
We thought
around, almost dropped the key
She tryna ride my wave, I told that bitch, get down and suck the meat
My brother, he got that 4'5"
I fuck with that G-19
I
'til it fade away
Put f's in the chat
Sending out double-g's
To the lames
That stayed in the past
Good game
Give 'em the clap
Champagne
Raising a glass
mention mine[00:45.69]And its DTB for life but G is only for a period of time[00:49.11]And I'm Counting the people I trust on one hand cause I don't waste
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