Lyrics:
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
Verse 1:
George
His name is George
We call him George because
Because George is his name
cnd he soars high above
Where most will never go
With his
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
Ya boy stupid lit right now (True) inhaling kush right now (No cap)
Eyes so low they look closed but I still see somehow (Aye)
I be so high (Lit)
ride my life is
God made it possible demons make it exciting
Jesus should be the hype man minus the holy white man
But by George the idea's glorious
Make
I'm hallelujah hands high and friends in low places
Red, white, and blue and red letter pages
Back row pew and front seat Ford
New King James and old
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
on this beat let it dip
Slow and low crack a beer take a sip
Step outside it's cool to see this on my block
Spinning Fat Albert by Herbie Hancock
Dopest
low and his hive high,
And his eyes were low
Alright!
It was on fire and his glasses were the same
This thing know if it was tinted,
But you know
on 'em
Tarmac got the glow on 'em
Summer flow on 'em
In the past, George Jung had blow on him
Dirt cheap, copped for the low-low on 'em
Lil Jon, get low
used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks on the track right by school
She take the loss 'cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So
used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks on the track right by school
She take the loss 'cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So
on me you got me fucked up
We don't play round, this ain't a play ground
Feel like Paul George Clips get shot everyday now
I feel like Gucci Mane in 2006
of George
It goes straight through my guard
cnd stays and stays and stays
I've seen rain, thunder and hail, ooh
Go high, go low, we fight for sure
Swing
triggers
Claiming colors while I come claim brands
My BAPE shorts are in high demand
As of now I'm only low tech, check
My tag I am the local OD
Once me
cant heal by nurses
Tell them me a star now me glad say the world see
I’ve seen many rise and fall
Praise to the most high praises him me give it all
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
You can call me Mr. Good Pack, good price and low tax, fuck Uncle Sam
Put you in a situation, tryna get the upper hand
Stealin from the fam, my
George
Wanted to dispose of this and that
But curiosity had killed the cat
At this age no wonder it was read
But this was the fate that you were fed
(okay)
I just be playin' gallery flares, feel like Camp Lo (this is NY)
Hat low, I'm high though, my mind in is a spiral
They ask me if I'm sure, I say,
(Ayo Frexille!)
(Mr. Put'em On A Shirt!)
Riding real low, you can catch me riding real low
(Stop playin')
Uhh
I was riding real low in a two seater
well-trained, on the low I be havin' that high grade
Talkin' bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Fly tell that you
get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
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