Lyrics:
that feelin'
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writin' rhymes, tryna find our spot off in
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
Bone
I got the stash spot in my Brougham
(Well nigga it's on)
"Who the fuck" - "Who the fuck is this?"
"Big black motherfucker with G's"
(It's King Tee)
the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing
they ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers getting five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese
just missing me
Speaking truth upon your heart but please don't let it blister jeez
I'm back on the top
Taking my spot
Like you see me hot for a while
Chorus
We gonna rock this joint gonna rock this spot
Set the roof on fire if you like it or not
We gonna rock you, we gonna rock you, we gonna rock
wish they could be, from LA to NYC, that's King G-U-M-P
Respect the air that I breathe and lands I walk with my feet
Brought to you by Tymonie, we true
in the spot (Yah eyy)
Walk in the spot (Yah eyy)
22 Never seen a Rolly
22 Never seen a Bentley
22 Never seen a Patek
25 I'ma cop all this shit
Look how
What you believe in
By any means I get it a hunnid’ percent and I mean it
Can’t be the crop I just aim for the cream
And reach for the money I do it
Lately i've been on my next shit
Tatting up my checklist
Running with the best clique
You know what i'm 'bout
Roll it by the O-Z
If you know me then
Beast mode ni**a. Ain't no G code on the island
But I live by the sh*t with my brudas
I can't trust a b*tch
I can't even trust my mother
Snaked
Try not to get consumed by that place
I seen it happen dawg
Keep your friends close, cherish the real ones
Watch out for fakes supposedly - keepin' it
around ten
This ain't regular its G-Class
We ain't ridin' by, we speed past
All this medi', I can't relapse
Pitch a sample get the feedback
Hop in nigga
thugging by myself what nigga gone sank ship
I'm only 25 dawg big certified G shit went an tatt that five-two now
I'm on some street shit
Mane I'm so humble
[Verse 1: Shadow Ramirez]
You got g's man please
I'm overseas
I got the beats to keep you blowing on trees
Keep them hoes on they knees
I'm
a step gotta get away
Back on this shit and I'm wide awake
Pitch black the shit that I go through, wait
Bitch I'm a dragon to the soul
Fly by with
the spot, its the first of the month
The junkies, they comin' I'm giving them crunch
We sendin' them hollows, they packin' a punch
I bag up the work, I ain't
cccumulation Till Eternity or til a nigga blast me til my death i'ma leave em after me shaking the task force drastically rob for G's in the first elite burst
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
go up in the spot
Jetting through bushes and backyards, neighbors is ratting me out
Dogs is barking all you hear is the cars
Sirens, I'm trying
Little nigga and Puff, or caught a spot with a nine
Hand all sticky, my tires is all Mickey
She kissing on my neck, I'm too black for a hickey
I'm still
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
where that G spot at if homie forgot it (you need me?)
And teach him how to keep you fly as Monet Tejada (woo, let's go)
What more do you want from
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