Lyrics:
give names
If a real nigga cry then
It's real pain so on the real my nigga I
Don't feel ashamed ain't
No pussy in ma vains I'm a G with out
Me ya'll jus
Jit upped that pistol
Bond him out
That’s 3 G’s
A 90s baby
But the young nigga’s OG
Been going crazy bitch
But really I’m low key
I’m young dirty d
Terminal Fun who split up shortly after and the EP was accordingly never released. Until now!
Line up Paul Day : Guitars, Backing Vocals, Songwriter, Paul
I don't leave cunts breathin' (nah)
I believe there's demons in me tryna be released, man, I'm tweakin'
They got me stuck here speakin' a havoc
time with the bop taking selfies
I be spending on her dollar signs bitch we bout g's
I was nineteen on five hundred k bail tryna chase em straight down
Look at me just like I'm crazy when I'm tearing the street up
Fifteen fucking dollars and I'm tearing the beat up
The craziness inside my head released
a vile presence, the only escape is to outrace the beast
That friendly ghost has some plans for me
I made mistakes but soon, I will be released
Escape this
They're hustlin pimpin
And robbing marks for
Street credentials
G status official
Start something
It's nothing
You already know
Dump you out
Then dispose
pressure, pressure
Pleasure every measure, measure
The belly of the beast released
Cut throat, teeth break free
Spread wings, fly away, and just be
Bless
drunk like “what” (like what?)
Rap x4
Yeah I’m just so good, I mean, every track I’ve ever released, I’ve done bits, one way or another
Mother fucker
so did all my g's
Not everyday drill,
Not everyday shanks,
Released that track now it's everyday banks,
I withdraw that man I'm coming like tankz,
I
down bad, you ain't seen the pack I had no visit, during my sentence, had me set on attack
While I got released, turned to a beast in the streets
sayin' a lot
Can't trust nobody with no sport mode on crocs
I aim at tops
As you know I wrap G's like the emblem on Glock
Till' death do us part but we
get some Selsen Blue
Gettin' on my travel shit I gotta be Tardis blue
Black magic on deck bring out Little Mix
How my bitch stays fly she's as a G6
I'm
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
me to get released 'cause
I served my time
Behind these cold bars 'cause
The D's tell lies
And the district attorney had it out for I
King 16, they
garbage dump pumpkin rot
and candy apple gray
werewolf in a flower bed
perfect day for lucky guy
this song was never meant to be released
what's that
Ausländertrend
Trotzdem waren wir von heute noch um Längen entfernt
Durch G-Stizzle hab' ich Capkekz kennengelernt
Ich hab' ne Menge gelernt, hatte Freunde hinter
G's but know they really soft as infants
Soon as they see police they off and offering assistance
Now my name in the streets detectives combing through
fast
The outcome, a masterpiece
Live shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke
fast
The outcome, a masterpiece
Live shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke
you for three days if you a suspect for a recent murder
You get released if they don't find a witness or the burner
Guess that's why Chapo dug
when nobody did
Released more songs in the last three months
Than most mc's have in the last six
Been in the studio like non stop
And if not then I'm
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