Oh! Most of us came from a broken home,
Drowning all my sorrows,
Drinking liquor trying to smoke alone
Arguing with my wife so I broke the phone,
But the plane is on!
Is acting funny with the work,
Like my money didn't work,
He gonna end up getting murdered.
The acting funny with the
Like the shit that I spit on the record wasn't real!
Hood man, but they know
But they end up in jealousy to end a nigga high!
The other day I say fuck
When I play the bodega it was dance for the Dutch.
Keep it real, we're living in real time,
And I'm feeling the niggas' pain,
But they never can feel mine!
So I'm a go with the green light,
I don't even sleep, how the fuck could I dream right?[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah!
And you keep telling me things are getting better,
Yeah, yeah!
But I'm a do me, you can say whatever I'm a G!Guess it's a sad think my is magic!
I remember I never I never said December was cold,
But February was drastic,
My niggas and what they
When the murder scene is tragic!
niggas can talk shit, we don't even glimpse,
niggas can get hit, we don't even wince!
Entourage and I don't mean Vince,
Purple label and purple Porsche
I look into the sky life, my life
And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights.
Blowin' on a lone Dutch in here
How I lie, rather die to be in jail,
It's so good 'till it's all bad,
And the ugly niggas gonna crash your broad's[Chorus]I keep on moving on my new on the blocks,
The young boys move
I salute cause it's the west like
What they do for
In the nights your brain is out when the cocaine
Again I know my men got life out the game,
Don't stop so pull the weed out tonight's
Yeah, it's like that
My down South niggas they got
My East Coast niggas they got the
You found what your friends did.
I throw this money over bitches,
But niggas so let's kick it!
If you really live by the G code shoot a couple of guns,
Hurry up and reload![Chorus]
Songwriters
HALL, DARYL/STYLES, DAVIDPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.