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G, can I freestyle
Yeah, you can, man
Shit, nigga, I own the label
Let's do it

Grind so hard, can barely sleep
I'm up, I'm up, airplane speed
Icy like Gretzky her hair like a mess
Kick the bitch out the house, she pesky

Your dope comin' up short like Joe Pesci
They said gritty can't rap, yeah, bitch, I'm ready
Like a paparazzi and propaganda
Still pull up in the old school box Chevy

You niggas don't thug on the block, heard your daddy was geek, buy drugs on the block, you niggas don't trap, you weak
You niggas some hoes, act like girls, I'm crackin' a dormin
I hit it with two, flip phone ringin', not one, two
Bitch, I trap it out so hard, I don't give a f*ck about what you do

I had dope fiends on my porch, talkin' bout that they short
Talkin' bout he want a deal, and still ask me for a port
Bitch, that street shit, nigga, no weak shit
Eyes of eagle, nigga, I peep shit

My niggas be off, in my contacts, callin' me, but they on that sneak shit
I got a Benz, that's the C300
Don't call my shit no citizen
It ain't
Air Force ones , gold teeth in my mouth I'm still a business man

I  be trappin' it, trappin' it, trappin' it, trappin' it out
At my auntie house, trappin' it out on the couch J's on my feet, Lacoste shirt, Glock in my pouch

If it ain't about no money, what is it about
I used to jump up in the booth when they had doubt
Now they stiff, and they hurt like they got gout
Ouch
Bitch, I freestyle, this shit ain't no writtens

I got my own label, ho, I don't need permission
I started sellin' dope and made my own commission
Bitch, I whip six grams on my intermission
I was strugglin', I was broke, I did adjustin'

Back up Blaine and McCree, I hang with Justin
You niggas ain't gon' do shit like you buffering
A lot of drug dealing, bitch, I come from hustlin'
You let that thot  give  you mouth and you cuff her

You probably should've used a magnum  when you fucked her
Now the bitch got your back, she treat you like a buster
In California C-MaC callin' you a custard
I wanna Benz, buy a 550 yellow colored mustard

Don't f*ck with y'all, y'all  ain't no hustlers, y'all some customers
Don't like to say my business, y'all be talkin', y'all be talkin' too much
And when you talkin', niggas crazy, they be sparkin' too much
So nigga, watch what you sayin' when you talkin' to us

Nigga, I paranoid on the streets like I'm a convict
Niggas did dirt to me on these streets, ain't apologize to shit
Next nigga do something janky, I'ma strategize the hit
Sitting at my house makin' money, nigga, I don't watch the TV

And you wear jays and clothes like I do, nigga, you wanna  be me
You ain't hard, nigga, put that Glock in your face, boy, you probably pee-pee
Boobooin' yourself, man, that boy probably need some TP
Trappin' all night, fuckin' hoes, nigga, I'm where them geeks be

I go by the G-Code, cause I know the streets need me
I made my wishes come true and I ain't rub no genie
I dropped Dorman in that dope and I made all the geeks believe me
Nigga, you don't trap, you got a job, you on the payroll

When income tax come around, only time you floss the bankroll
Mama told me don't be fuckin' around with all these bald-head skank hoes
Bitch, you only get a box of chinamen and don't ask to put no egg rolls
I sell dope anywhere in the city, don't care if it's on Penrose

If your keys in the car, I might get your shit stolen
You a big man on the block, you ain't gon' do shit, nigga, you Greg Oden
You show money, you just pissin' off the people on Instagram you owing, I didn't ask a nigga for a foot? Why this pussy nigga think he gotta put a toe in

Nigga a pussy, boy, I'm about to go in. All black forces, about to kick the door in
We got chingy and the weed down the street, they get the blow in
I'm a wells  nigga, make a  right, and I'm about to hit king
In my zone, we ain't got a Rally's or a Burger King

We gotta catch the bus, have it whip nigga, or you're walkin'
Them T's jumpin' out on you, do this shit often
I'm a west side thoroughbred, never trust a stank hoe
All I wanted was a gold chain and a big bankroll

Niggas drownin' in they own sorrows cause they can't grow
Next time I'm shop, bitch, I'm about to cop a Kangol
I be whippin', hit it with the tap, blend the skipping '
Burn a motor, buy another, we do remixin'

Makin' plays, cap and trays, freestyle, I start a phase
Call your boy Phil Jackson, the way them niggas  running plays
Quit my job when I made 500 in a day
Bought a Jimmy truck, they didn't wanna sell me a Escalade

I was broke on my ass, I knew it'd be okay
Yeah, nigga, grind is good
Ye, show me state records, nigga

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