Lyrics:
slumped on the grain in his Cadillac
Jimmy crack corn and Jeezy flip Os
I just stick to the script, y'all niggaz hoes (ayy)
What it do? What
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
we lay up
'Cause all them lies I made up, it's big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us
bitch
[Chorus]
[King George]
niggaz talk shit behind my back like hoes
smile in my face up frony mout clothes
now its time to stop ya, here for
Unholy
unholy
Just a devil in disguise
now it's time to cut our ties
cause i know the games that you've been playin
unholy
unholy
I wasn't the problem
but
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my dart gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu
that (Live by that)
Bibby all business get crucial
We stand by that
Jigga, six he a cold blood killer
(Six he a cold blood killer)
Fell in love with
the sessions mark
An important turning point in
Their recording career
Because it was during this
Period that The Beatles
First recorded on an eight track tape
down with ya
Say it's all good, jumped in the Lexus
Mobile phone ringin, it's my cousin from Texas
Say they bouncin hard to my shit back in 5th Ward
ducts
Rolling down your cheek bones
Welcome to the heat zone
The agony defeat zone
I'm special on a microphone
It's all up in my chromosomes
I'm flyer
we have been hunted
Treated like some animals, they kill us by the hundreds
Tired of the target on my back, aim it elsewhere
And if you shoot
Then all
It's sad to see the person you gave mandate
greet my folks with a surface-to-air handshake
All because the gipper wants to cash in a check
while
spraying
Rich as the fuck and I'm gone claim it
The goat is something I became
I waited my turn now I start in the game
That nigga dissed me take his ass out
Their screams unheard by the parents
The Bensons searched for their missing kin
All they found was body parts
Wrapped their tombstones
Welcome to death
on that mile high shit
Without Denver, I'm going to November
Earth, wind, fire, I'm all for September
George Lopez puto, you remember
Now I'm stalked by
it.
Caught up in the same matrix. Being foul they all flagrant.
Let them boots hit the ground baby gotta hit the pavement.
Like look at how they did
drama interject, where you might get hit by a pro who in the jects
Who sleeping on the floor cause the living so raw where bullets do the George Jeff
to rebel, soldiers it's time to rebel
I don't want to live in 1984 as written by George Orwell
Yu might put ma body in the dungeon
But dragon
Yu can't put
fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his
(that's life)
Lookin' for a movement
It's Grind Time Rap Game
Kids see us in the street
And go bang bang bang
They see me on the street and
On the corners
Russell, always grinding
We change the game and ride the wave, it was perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds in the dark, yeah you know they shinin'
Flashin, do
cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune
in the morning
Formin a George Foreman that's a grill when
I speak and I'm on it
Till the mill in the jeep then living orders
I feel like feets
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