Lyrics:
CMR bitch. G Code nigga G code nigga G code nigga
Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still
made for the spot light
Every show I do for my kids so no negotiating my price
Want a feature then I need a bag and don't hit me up if it's not right
to the heat
I'm taking the cake while you picking up bread crumbs
I'm coming in with the meds, numb
Da Vinci the bars when I flex
Look I'm ahead of the campaign
to forget what I'm livin' for
Cake day, 22 times, that's the crazy thing
I been finding comfort in these lyrics and these 808's
Stuck up in my mind I used
Niccas want beef i got em , like wick i spot em , and feeling em up wit da smoke
These niccas thought playing wit me was a joke ,them bitches was playing
Been hustling like we standing on them street corners
No competition snuff em out
Go get a coroner
No time for waisting man
Cake ya gotta get it man
earphones G
That 666 give me the creeps
The sickest slick you've ever seen
Dream big it's my destiny!
Fuck it, this is a robbery!
I want a part of it!
This
Something
It’s always
Dumb bitch petty thoughts
Locked inside her mental box
Put you on the fucking spot
Broken like the hand on clock
Stuck in time we
myself, do a show by myself, I'ma blow by myself
Do it on my own and I don't need your help
Go on my own and I don't need your help
I was prepared the day
kicking it to the bitches.
People can't lift off your spot
I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches nigga,
Bullets go through the door,
I'll shoot
you wider
Plus ya ass fat, relax, let me hit from the back
Black power strokes, Johnnie bit the G spot dope
I can tell from ya act, this shit is real
got
Nessed by a groupie hoe
Even when I'm chillin' Trident reckon
That I do the most
Cah I've always got G's around
Me like a Gucci coat
When I'm in
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
got a kickback
Nigga want smoke get it jumping like a kickback
Fit nigga get his bitch took by the teddy
Bad bitch don't give a fuck bout a six pack
Should've listen to your momma when she told you so
But you went and got G'd now you want some more
They ain't paying me money, talking 'bout love
a contact by drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin', ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me
Know you might not know but a nigga been real
Got it by the case like it's deal or deal
Said be real so I gave em that feel
Born with a temp,
the spot I need my bottles by the case
Drink my liquor straight but ima bitch you gotta chase
He think it's his bday he just tryna eat the cake
Please don't
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
sticking to the plan I feel like G-Eazy
When you see me, I'd be smoking freely in a Lamborghini
A nice attitude will make a hater hate
And one wrong move
on the ave, gettin the D and make that country crock (Country Crock)
That gutta butta, that's why I got a phat knot (Ok)
I was taught by them G's how to get
Been doing things my way
Been broken looking sloppy
This time I'll let You take the lead Jesus can You spot me?
(I can't) do it by myself
(Every)
blow you away like kites in the wind
And hard men with my sharp pin
Who rock the spot?
I've done it, you hollering about
Want the war but none
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
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