G3 - P.S.A

R E U P

Mmmm
Aye
Aye
Here we go again
Time to roll up drugs
And pour mud
In this soda can
I done been fucked up
Cant show no love
Take note of that
Bitch I'm coming up
Being broke
Made me
Make sure of that
They waiting on me
To gone give up
They ain't think
That I noticed that
Time to roll up drugs
And pour mud
In this soda can
I done been fucked up
Cant show no love
Take note of that
Bitch I'm coming up
Being broke
Made me
Make sure of that
They waiting on me
To gone give up
They ain't think
That I noticed that

I just been focused in on me
And tryna get my closure back
They stay provoking me
And possibly
It ain't because I'm black
Nekrí agápi
How I'm rocking
I don't think I'm going back
Don't try to stop me
I'm at top speed
Nah just being cocky wit it
Aye
It's a lot of shit
That I forgive
But goddam I don't forget it
Time to kick shit
Into higher gear
Let's bounce
Lets gone and get it
Sp'oke with God
He say stay patient my son
And you bound to get it
I must be loony like loony tunes
If I fuck wit you again
I keep my circle small as fuck
It ain't no room for newer friends
Bitch I'm doctor
I evaluate
And see the truth within
No need to lie to me
Real eyes can see
You ain't what you depict
Must be an actor
Cause you baffled me
How you stuck to to script

Here we go again
Time to roll up drugs
And pour mud
In this soda can
I done been fucked up
Cant show no love
Take note of that
Bitch I'm coming up
Being broke
Made me
Make sure of that
They waiting on me
To gone give up
They ain't think
That I noticed that
Time to roll up drugs
And pour mud
In this soda can
I done been fucked up
Cant show no love
Take note of that
Bitch I'm coming up
Being broke
Made me
Make sure of that
They waiting on me
To gone give up
They ain't think
That I noticed that

You always bring up old shit
Nah it's just a pattern I'm exposing
We don't do cap
Remove hats from ya clothing
I get snatched
To come back now it's over
Run up racks
I need racks for my folks
It don't mean jack
When I'm back in that mode
That black don't crack
But I'm cracking the code
Sit back relax
Roll up gats of the dope
Stop comparing me to niggas
I ain't nothing like yall
Too clean
I wiped her down
Now that bitch call me lysol
Headed to the top
I'll be damn if I invite yall
X got me rolling
Smoking douja
With a tight jaw
I ain't Tyler Perry
I ain't acting with you
We gone shake from the front
To the back the room
Pour not one but a two
Of that act in the juice
After that pop a tab
And get back in my groove
Drop a couple of hits
And head back to the booth
I'm inhaling this gas
Got me gagging on fumes
They say G been on point
Making accurate moves
That's just the way I been feeling about it

Here we go again
Time to roll up drugs
And pour mud
In this soda can
I done been fucked up
Cant show no love
Take note of that
Bitch I'm coming up
Being broke
Made me
Make sure of that
They waiting on me
To gone give up
They ain't think
That I noticed that
Time to roll up drugs
And pour mud
In this soda can
I done been fucked up
Cant show no love
Take note of that
Bitch I'm coming up
Being broke
Made me
Make sure of that
They waiting on me
To gone give up
They ain't think
That I noticed that

(You always bring up old shit
Nah it's just a pattern I'm exposing
We don't do cap
Remove hats from ya clothing
I get snatched
To come back now it's over
Run up racks
I need racks for my folks
It don't mean jack
When I'm back in that mode
That black don't crack
But I'm cracking the code
Sit back relax
Roll up gats of the dope)



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Writer(s): Gerald Smith
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