G-Throne

Sitting in my G-Throne blue tooth no headphones flipping through beats
No stereo on trying to think what song Imma drop next
My greatest creation manifest in my Cerebellum
Translated to my Medulla Oblongata
What's next come straight out of my neck

Mic check Mic check
Jmoney gets his respect any town I'm at
Motherfuckers wanna know when I'm coming back
I ain't doing this shit just for me I'm doing this shit for my family tree
So once I'm dead and gone God call me home they can enjoy all my royalties
But not those unloyalties
I forgive you for all the wrong you done to me
But it ain't forgetting
Living wills written
You got something coming Bitch you must be kidding good riddance
Jmoney ain't bullshitting my clocks ticking so Imma keep on whipping
Like the pots I use to scrap clean to bag up grams
For my dream to make green I caught the new strain
It's called the microphone fiend little different same hustle but it seems
Jmoney is the man rapping in English so you understand
Free style or write a rhyme on demand gimme the plan
Open up your mind like a tin can tin man
Toucan Sam fruit loopy
Your music and videos straight dooky
Don't like what I'm saying then sue me make a move please
We can take it to another song call your groupies if you got them
Sitting in my G-throne blue tooth no headphones flipping through beats
No stereo on trying to think which song Imma drop next
My greatest creation manifest in my cerebellum
Translated to my medulla oblongata what's next out my neck
I got a short fuse and a full clip Don't talk shit I just open up and let her rip

Sitting in my G-throne blue tooth no headphones flipping through beats
No stereo on trying to think what song Imma drop next



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Cook
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