Lyrics:
the neighbors 'cause I hit the spot right
Working nine to five slaving at a job you hate
Bootstrapped founding CEO I can't be more self made
Stuck in a cubicle
Douly G, Douly G
Like
I'ma give it all that I got
Used to go 50-50 at the spot
Whenever I'm up, I never make it hot
Remember my name when I'm
back with the real ones
On my own when i vent my g
Can't ever be brainwashed i stepped up my shit
Step up my shit to the top bitch i do not get tired
through the street
Flossin' I'm flossin'
I spot a freak yeah I got 'em I got 'em
Let's toss a G get it poppin' it's poppin'
With deadly swagger I appall 'em
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets
Yo, I was touched by the real the other day
If my pops was here he
to do that, I can't commit to that
but then you stepped to me "Damn"
blew my whole spot up
dropped me to my knees, and I still don't think I got up
ugh,
live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, huh
I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got
in they books
Cause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cooked
As the years went by still survival of the fittest
Now I'm riding in
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
I'm grown and I'm still a G
But it's to sell my crack by
Way of cheers in this industry
Remember me, when you hustle runnin'
Right do or die, otherwise,
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
gonna finish I gotta end this, I'ma diminish this
Come follow my prophet, seeking gifts
It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's
T H you G, pop niggas
spot 'em with the beam
There's five trues of mine
What am I?
A thug always
Remember the way they played back in the day
Hit 'em with AK, y'all made
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught
Remember he, used to push the champagne Range (I remember that)
Silly cat, all suede in the rain
Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame
before Dana
me
Uh
Where am I
You in the hospital G
Uh how did I get here
We were hoping you could help us out with that
All I remember is
Is
The fuck going on
Ah
in the spot
And can't parallel park
Or put a scratch up on the car
Cause it's rented
I've spent some years
Living Devilish
I used to think
That id
whooshes
Plus new bushes
With .22's up in the bushes
We ride, G's
Menace to societies
The real shit
Fuck a movie, the village
We filled with Chinese
Essays,
tactical with the tactics
My style I heard is unique but nasty like bloody panties
Word
Still moving silently and rolling greenery when I be riding g
that I can't forget about on my way to the bank
Like look me in my eyes
And tell me what you see
These niggas think they G and barely know they ABC’s
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