Lyrics:
whistlin' this
Lookin' for a place, 'cause boy do I miss
A place that I can chill away from fake shit
I can't play 'cause I am not complacent
My spot
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
times must I sit and watch you go
Which way does the wind blow up in your tornado
I know you remember before September
Now watch the embers fall and then
smile in your face and talk shit behind your back
but I just can't call it or catch
but i still got G's and I'm still ballin
Chorus till fade
I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
But it's all to good it's a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the love
In my sock
Still getting to the greens
And the hustle
Wont stop
Real g’s
Move in Silence
So I move like the mob

Remeber I ain’t had shit
Can’t
dust forever
I see you, my niggas call me the enemy watcher
The minute we spot ya, the semi'll pop, nigga, we got ya
I'm livin' to conquer, remember
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
my niggas a kin to me
Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
Nike's with the low goose on and I've
remember the times before life fly by
This that blunt to my lips that got me on my shit
I can't tell its Hell or Heaven on this Earth
Even after birth man we
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
my vision limited if a bitch can't benefit
Still no mercy Angels birth us cursed we thirsty
Loc just with the game stay tuned its gonna be continued
medicine
Wanna be down? On the H-town
Real ballas fight for the rebound
Be-town to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you
Mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me
In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't afford me
Yo, G
capping and rapping bout money
Bitch u can't even buy da beat
Smoked outta bow bitch I'm high as a plain
Double g wimme I'm making it rain
Wanna be
Staying G's for life
Young ballers coming up
Staying high till we die
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
can't find guap, I find a watch and I'm rippin' it off
Now I've got all kind of watches 'cause I move the foulest
Just put my Richard in a new spot
what's that about?
Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot?
She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her a ass-shot
See, I'm not worried about them
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
spin the fields
We gon' catch 'em lackin' by the store (GDK)
Got the G's for the low, spin the fields
We gon' catch 'em lackin' by the store
If niggas
Luchion
Yo I don't toss it when I pop I just run up in the spot
Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot
In the back yard, used to have
G's
We still visualize places
Thats we can roll in peace
And in my minds I see this place on players gettin past
And gotta spot for us all
So we can
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