G35
Ooh, top five, top five, top five, top five, I mean no doubt
True, repo, make sure we took your house, we need the couch
Too late, where you been at? And where you at? We need the fence
Mayne, so much that kid snuck from the bathroom off the fence
Mayne, we bump your shit like when I'm high and when the rent
Ain't several figures, where your friends?
Say wassup to the option and all these adoptions
And the Phil was the healer and Robert the doctor
We felt the bruises and knives
And the location implode
Got a little faith in me still
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Hang with the makers, don't fault
Just hang with the makers
Be who you are
Right? Tut
Nigga, bigger and better than all of y'all, anyone
I'll tell him to his face like
Shit, riding 'round with the bass like
20-inch rims with them center plates absolutely
Sick of the lies, shucking and jiving
More conniving, I'm riding in my G-30 fizz-ive
Rolling up weed in my G-30 fizz-ive
Made a lot of green in my G-30 fizz-ive
Back and bossed up
I just touched down, I Randy Moss'd 'em
I be taking the payment, stacking the savings
Can't blow all your cheddar, dawg, you do better
Running through the city, sitting pretty like hair on hoes
I'm here, I'm home, I'm high off life
I'm high off sprite, mixed with a little hi-tech
We got 20 bags, we got dime sacks
Never play myself, short now it's off to the airport
Another classic got niggas waiting to export
More spiritual than lyrical
But still I need my residual, absolutely
Never find it even with credit cards
I hold my nuts, and when I hit that wall I run through it
'Til my niggas hit that mall and run through it
This is more than music, nigga, I swear that
I'ma get a Roley and a house just like Uncle Willy
(Big ass house in the woods)
Kick my shitty ass bucket to the curb when I start rollin' 'round in a Bentley
(Got a ride in a big ass ride)
Might pull up on my old hoes just so I can stunt on the bitches
(Stunt on them broke ass hoes)
'Cause we just went and did a lot of shit, just so we could say that we did it
Ayy, I got the bounce to make you feel like
Yeah, nappy 'fro got the hoes like
Yeah, Shell Toes on my toes like, yeah
Big homie on the phone like
"Fuck up them niggas, man, just be true to yourself
That's what you made for
That's what you prayed for
Nigga, everybody gotta hustle for something
Work for the come-up
Influence the culture
Like I'm a leader"
This the shit that we used to talk about in my G-30 fizz-ive
(Had about an ounce and a digi-scale in the rizzide)
Tut be off the easy fo-sheezy
Moving on up like George and Weezie
Y'all so sleep, nigga, wake up
Young ass nigga 'bout to fuck the game up
So impressed, I'm so invested
Shit ain't been the same since, the mom on Fresh Prince
It's funny how we switched the game up
Took niggas to church like a church bus
Fuck the bullshit, this is real rap
Preacher's son a year old and it still slap
I might, pull up on a rapper, tell 'em, "Get on this shit"
Boy, you a mess, make it look so easy, do you see the finesse? Building your job
Searching for your surface out of vacant facade
My God, we thank God, we living it up
When the world got you down, I'll be building you up
Ain't shit to it, it's just music
Don't let fear of failure scare you
Ah! King Tut, my nigga, what's going on?
What's going on, man? How you doing?
Hey, I see you and Isaiah Rashad holding it down in these streets,man
Putting on for Chattanooga the city
Yeah man, I appreciate it, man
Oh yeah, man, but hey, lemme ask you a question
You think you can sell a nigga 20 sack, man?
Nah man, I can't do that, man, I don't even sell weed
Hey man, you can't sell a 20 sack, man?
Man, if I could, I would, bruh, I promise
A'ight well, can I at least pray for you? Lemme get your hands
I'ma get a Roley and a house just like Uncle Willy
(Big ass house in the woods)
Kick my shitty ass bucket to the curb when I start rollin' 'round in a Bentley
(Got a ride in a big ass ride)
Might pull up on my old hoes just so I can stunt on the bitches
(Stunt on them broke ass hoes)
'Cause we just went and did a lot of shit, just so we could say that we did it
Ayy, I got the bounce to make you feel like
Yeah, nappy 'fro got the hoes like
Yeah, Shell Toes on my toes like, yeah
Big homie on the phone like
"Fuck up them niggas, man, just be true to yourself
That's what you made for
That's what you prayed for
Nigga, everybody gotta hustle for somethin'
Work for the come-up
Influence the culture
Like I'm a leader"
True, repo, make sure we took your house, we need the couch
Too late, where you been at? And where you at? We need the fence
Mayne, so much that kid snuck from the bathroom off the fence
Mayne, we bump your shit like when I'm high and when the rent
Ain't several figures, where your friends?
Say wassup to the option and all these adoptions
And the Phil was the healer and Robert the doctor
We felt the bruises and knives
And the location implode
Got a little faith in me still
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Hang with the makers, don't fault
Just hang with the makers
Be who you are
Right? Tut
Nigga, bigger and better than all of y'all, anyone
I'll tell him to his face like
Shit, riding 'round with the bass like
20-inch rims with them center plates absolutely
Sick of the lies, shucking and jiving
More conniving, I'm riding in my G-30 fizz-ive
Rolling up weed in my G-30 fizz-ive
Made a lot of green in my G-30 fizz-ive
Back and bossed up
I just touched down, I Randy Moss'd 'em
I be taking the payment, stacking the savings
Can't blow all your cheddar, dawg, you do better
Running through the city, sitting pretty like hair on hoes
I'm here, I'm home, I'm high off life
I'm high off sprite, mixed with a little hi-tech
We got 20 bags, we got dime sacks
Never play myself, short now it's off to the airport
Another classic got niggas waiting to export
More spiritual than lyrical
But still I need my residual, absolutely
Never find it even with credit cards
I hold my nuts, and when I hit that wall I run through it
'Til my niggas hit that mall and run through it
This is more than music, nigga, I swear that
I'ma get a Roley and a house just like Uncle Willy
(Big ass house in the woods)
Kick my shitty ass bucket to the curb when I start rollin' 'round in a Bentley
(Got a ride in a big ass ride)
Might pull up on my old hoes just so I can stunt on the bitches
(Stunt on them broke ass hoes)
'Cause we just went and did a lot of shit, just so we could say that we did it
Ayy, I got the bounce to make you feel like
Yeah, nappy 'fro got the hoes like
Yeah, Shell Toes on my toes like, yeah
Big homie on the phone like
"Fuck up them niggas, man, just be true to yourself
That's what you made for
That's what you prayed for
Nigga, everybody gotta hustle for something
Work for the come-up
Influence the culture
Like I'm a leader"
This the shit that we used to talk about in my G-30 fizz-ive
(Had about an ounce and a digi-scale in the rizzide)
Tut be off the easy fo-sheezy
Moving on up like George and Weezie
Y'all so sleep, nigga, wake up
Young ass nigga 'bout to fuck the game up
So impressed, I'm so invested
Shit ain't been the same since, the mom on Fresh Prince
It's funny how we switched the game up
Took niggas to church like a church bus
Fuck the bullshit, this is real rap
Preacher's son a year old and it still slap
I might, pull up on a rapper, tell 'em, "Get on this shit"
Boy, you a mess, make it look so easy, do you see the finesse? Building your job
Searching for your surface out of vacant facade
My God, we thank God, we living it up
When the world got you down, I'll be building you up
Ain't shit to it, it's just music
Don't let fear of failure scare you
Ah! King Tut, my nigga, what's going on?
What's going on, man? How you doing?
Hey, I see you and Isaiah Rashad holding it down in these streets,man
Putting on for Chattanooga the city
Yeah man, I appreciate it, man
Oh yeah, man, but hey, lemme ask you a question
You think you can sell a nigga 20 sack, man?
Nah man, I can't do that, man, I don't even sell weed
Hey man, you can't sell a 20 sack, man?
Man, if I could, I would, bruh, I promise
A'ight well, can I at least pray for you? Lemme get your hands
I'ma get a Roley and a house just like Uncle Willy
(Big ass house in the woods)
Kick my shitty ass bucket to the curb when I start rollin' 'round in a Bentley
(Got a ride in a big ass ride)
Might pull up on my old hoes just so I can stunt on the bitches
(Stunt on them broke ass hoes)
'Cause we just went and did a lot of shit, just so we could say that we did it
Ayy, I got the bounce to make you feel like
Yeah, nappy 'fro got the hoes like
Yeah, Shell Toes on my toes like, yeah
Big homie on the phone like
"Fuck up them niggas, man, just be true to yourself
That's what you made for
That's what you prayed for
Nigga, everybody gotta hustle for somethin'
Work for the come-up
Influence the culture
Like I'm a leader"
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Writer(s): Kevin Adams
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