Lyrics:
boy just get in line
I can't give her any of my seconds cause my money is my time
And I'm flawless by design
I get crazy with the rhyme
I throw up
G-G-G-Guess who's back
A mother fucker who's always cooking up a clean track
Universe building like I'm Znyder I'm Zack
I'm a spartan warrior always
You know me I need that rack (Ayy, yuh)
I'm a G in the makin', I'm eating the bacon
I feel like I'm Klayton with all these fuckin' threes that I'm
in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I
now some place I did it all by myself
You should have known the boy was destined for a minor wealth and by minor I mean I don't make any money off my
in the money,
like Universal comin' wit Def Jam
and do a hater we gon' have to...
(Chorus x2)
[Low G]
It's yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
that lead
It's one in the (Shot)
Wit them Zs pouring ice in a Fanta
Need that hit we gon call up Santana
30 clips I ain't rocking bandanas
Real wizard
I want that view by the sea
Follow me we can take a walk
Air Bnb what's the fee?
Oh no this my spot
If I gotta leave
Got that Tesla in the Parking
it
Why you ain't blam nigga
Probably woofing like it jammed nigga
Ayy, I'm just saying nigga, I've been by myself, independent, tryna stack it up
Bip
Kick that shit Santana
Lend me a dollar man
Ima rock star with a bad bitch, I feel like Tommy Lee
Ain't no baby in this bitch but I got hoes they up
the flags heavy like Juelz Santana
Keep the mask on you dont wanna blink on camera
Fantasizing of a lifestyle of an old school king
Free Big Vic and rest in
the jams we make
Beatnuts and Rascalz yo
We going to snatch your state
Yo, got you in a choke hold
Messing with these cats who be loco
(Beatnuts and Rascalz
Wow, sežeru houbu jak Marshmello
ale nedělám EDM (EDM)
Najdu houbu jako Jidion EDP
nebo jak EDP nezletilé DMs
Minor kytarová melodie
skáču na minor
g flat
That’s a blue note
You small
And I’m macro
I’m large
And you micro
I’m major you minor
How else put it I a winner you a whiner
Stay in
rhymes/Humpty Dumpty fell down, that???s his hard time/ Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick/ But Jam Master cut faster that so Jay says???
Beastie
at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a Grammy
Unless we
of style
Rockin off beat with a smile or smirk
Or chuckle, yet some are not up to
Cypress Hill Posse, so I love to
Step in the jam and slam, I'm not
pretty as ever, thighs blessed in the leather
Me, I'm G, she fly as propellers
Got them old niggas stressing raising they blood pressure
Every time she
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
life
Don't wanna get caught in the lights
And the flashing pictures
Balanced by consumption of mixtures
Plus whole ounces and bitches and getting lost in
on shopping spree niggas (spend it)
G niggas, low-key, don't be in the scene, nigga
Clean, nigga, mean, nigga (what you mean?)
Type I need nigga (uh-huh)
control, quickly
Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin' the shit, G
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper made
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
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