[Intro: Z]
I can't get it if nobody else believe
If it's not me, I'm a fucking monster
That's just G
[Bridge: Z]
My bitch know I'm a asshole, gotta deal with it
Worry 'bout nothing but my cash flow and flipping it
Yeah I'm on my grind but got no time for my kids and shit
Cause I'm out of town either rhyming or trafficking
People from my town think I forgot my path to them
Been trynna hold it down and stay on top of this rapping shit
Keep a .38 to stay safe around these savages
Told my momma "sorry but I'm already a part of it"
[Verse 1: Z]
Jump in the streets like hustle, go (go)
Backpack on with a pound of mo (yeah)
Mic don't make it, I'm pushing dro
Till I'm semi-low
Say a prayer and go (please God)
.38 gon' protect my name but the game don' already stole my soul
So my heart don't beat, cause I can't beliеve that the shit they brеath is still condoned (the fuck)
I live my life and speak it
Get drunk and throw-up on weekends (ugh)
Kiss my kids heads before I'm leaving and then hit the wall with a couple creases (woo)
I ain't no gangsta, just a hood seed
That can never leave it
When I push my weight in one week
And then go pick up another bitch you squeezing (bet)
It's been a little minute since I hit it with the real shit, but now y'all need it
Cause everybody think if you gas we get speed
At the crowd that you leave
But the factory decent (the fuck)
I'm a aged baby
Headshots are trashed, this trash had reason
Now relapsed with the fam before leaving
Then hop on stage and amaze these people (we love you)
It's blood, tears, a few beers and some shots of evil
A show there, a show here
A thousand skittles, I walk illegal (by that)
I do it for my family, but though it means I'm never there (never there)
This is how I show I care
I slave drive this solar flare
I can't get it if nobody else believe
If it's not me, I'm a fucking monster
That's just G
[Bridge: Z]
My bitch know I'm a asshole, gotta deal with it
Worry 'bout nothing but my cash flow and flipping it
Yeah I'm on my grind but got no time for my kids and shit
Cause I'm out of town either rhyming or trafficking
People from my town think I forgot my path to them
Been trynna hold it down and stay on top of this rapping shit
Keep a .38 to stay safe around these savages
Told my momma "sorry but I'm already a part of it"
[Verse 1: Z]
Jump in the streets like hustle, go (go)
Backpack on with a pound of mo (yeah)
Mic don't make it, I'm pushing dro
Till I'm semi-low
Say a prayer and go (please God)
.38 gon' protect my name but the game don' already stole my soul
So my heart don't beat, cause I can't beliеve that the shit they brеath is still condoned (the fuck)
I live my life and speak it
Get drunk and throw-up on weekends (ugh)
Kiss my kids heads before I'm leaving and then hit the wall with a couple creases (woo)
I ain't no gangsta, just a hood seed
That can never leave it
When I push my weight in one week
And then go pick up another bitch you squeezing (bet)
It's been a little minute since I hit it with the real shit, but now y'all need it
Cause everybody think if you gas we get speed
At the crowd that you leave
But the factory decent (the fuck)
I'm a aged baby
Headshots are trashed, this trash had reason
Now relapsed with the fam before leaving
Then hop on stage and amaze these people (we love you)
It's blood, tears, a few beers and some shots of evil
A show there, a show here
A thousand skittles, I walk illegal (by that)
I do it for my family, but though it means I'm never there (never there)
This is how I show I care
I slave drive this solar flare
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