I'm a G
Young Money
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Look, I'm a G, and that's the family tradition
Fuck being broke my nigga, I'm on a mission
I was 15 with a bag full of dope
While y'all was learning math, nigga I was cooking coke
I used to ride with my uncle, he used to make the runs
He told me if he didn't come, I had to take the gun
And call the motherfucking house and let mama know
I got the Calico just in case the drama go
Way too far, and trust me you don't want that
You don't want me aiming straight for your fitted cap
I've been through a whole bunch of shit in my lifetime
The cops in the hood they supposed to fight crime
But the cops in my hood they cut side deals
Now look at my wheels, now look at my grill
It feel good to be a millionaire so young
The only catch 22 is I pack more guns
Look I'm a G, that's why I keep a Glock in my ride
I wish Poo was alive, I wish Pac was alive
To all you ringtone rappers, just enjoy y'all fame
I bet you in a whole year they won't remember your name
Cause I'm a G, I never got robbed in the streets
I'm a G, so fuck that, I'm not tucking my piece
I'm a G, I keep that Mac 90, I'm trying to stack 90
Cause I'm a G, fuck boy, I'm a G
They say I'm stuck in my ways and I probably won't change
And the way that we was raised, shit we gotta get paid
Call us money over bitches in this scandalous age
Like my niggas all gone, ain't nobody to save
But look at me, I grew crookedly, soggy wallabies
On the block blowing trees in like 20 degrees
In the huddle it's a hustle, don't get it confused
I know niggas who stack dimes like Mr. Scrooge
I know niggas who pack 9's quicker to use
This is the blues, that street shit that do what it do
You gotta watch how you move youngin
Your freedom, your life, you might lose something youngin
Trying to prove something youngin
Gotta be a man on your own, no crew or nothing
Niggas pop that pop, but niggas ain't doing nothing
Nob stay humble till you cross that line
Cross me, you gon' see you only got one time
I got respect from the Bloods, I got respect from the Crips, shit
Everywhere I go I keep an extra clip, shit
Cause if you slip, nigga it might be over
You heard game over, you seen the Range Rover
The CD changed over, I'm jamming Noble shit
That Cloverland, that Botany Boyz
That Screwed Up Click, that Clover shit
You niggas talk all that shit but you don't back it up
And please don't get shot in the head cause they can't patch it up
It's the motherfucking movement, the truth is
Niggas can't do it like we do this, nah
Don't compare us to y'all, we outlaws from day one in the game
Stay true from day one in the game
Through the love and the pain, nothing to gain but respect in the game
And this shit gon' live on way after we gone
Real niggas keep pushing along
Real niggas keep getting it on and singing my song