Young G's
Popularity ยท Low
Listen
YouTube
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
With built in radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make like AC or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad oughta choke watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke when your ones don't show
Nigga I know might say been there done that like Dre
Through hard work I earned a vault
Promised God to never look back or I'd turn to salt
Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers who ain't got no cake
When you all fucked up and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that get your own nigga don't ask me for shit
That's what I did now they all askin' for hits
Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately 'cause now I charter my own
Propellers, good fellas, leave all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us they can't touch us
Why niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release dates bigger than Mandela's motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight, to stay alive
That's just reality
Check, these here's the dog years that motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring the life but motherfuckers won't dare
So I travel with the barrel with the chrome with the lead
'Cause when it's on then it's on the shots blown through your head
I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some said Jigga's songs like the fallin' of Rome
Re-occurring that he thinks like that 'cause he's observant
Won't be known 'til I'm gone and niggas study my bones
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical unseen like Allah's body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the R shotty that got cats likening me
To the mob's John Gotti
Rap dudes biting me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn all the rappers that's gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
No they ain't fully prepared for this new world order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
And walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it
Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this when I double the pie
Had the shorty in the girdle comin' out of BWI
I hate it out ya bub but I love to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'll be multi before I die
It's gon' happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
'Cause if that's my dough you trappin' I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight, to stay alive
That's just reality
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes
To get richer than Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me, if they get me
Dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack make your bones splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with
Now peep the rough shit in my circumference
Mad bitches with mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they Coogi
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me
My trigger niggas represent
Drivin' dirty in J-30's gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin' niggas with punani
Like Connie and Syris up in Cypress
Fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus
While I just sling coke, smoke pounds of choke
Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke
Now check it, them country niggas call me Frank White
I'm squirtin' off in my loft, of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils to hang my china things
She half black, half oriental, '86 she got me rental
This situation ain't accidental
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight, to stay alive
That's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight, to stay alive
That's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight, to stay alive
That's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight, to stay alive
That's just reality