Do Damage

Try to tell em that this G shit ain't on us, nigga, it's in us
Fuck what niggaz talkin, I'm cool as Miami linens
The sprinters filled wit felons, model bitches and sinners
From makin plays on the corners, to makin plays with the winners
Brought my project niggaz wit me, equipped with burners and beakers
I paid dues, now I be taxin em on the features
Can't let niggaz in ya circle just cuz you my niggaz nigga
Cuz, every bad idea was filled with some good intentions
I'm not the one for games, bullshit, or none of yo antics
They played out. But my shit play out on some iMax shit
I need my bags by max, everything after needs to match it
They'll tell you that life is goals, while livin just above average
I operate at a frequency right above savage
My niggaz straight, ain't no creases in these fashions
Tell a bitch to mind ya manners, you can't compete with these standards
Niggaz up in arms, cuz she told them niggaz they ain't Atlanta
I had it figured out before you other niggaz planned it
They too busy tryna live they life inside a caption
From a cloth where niggaz can't afford a thread of these fabrics
As long as Black on the beat, I'm always gonna do damage
Nigga

Try to tell em that this G shit ain't on us nigga, it's in us
Every time we make play, the scrimmage is 1st and inches
These niggaz gone off them perky's like virgin titties
Tell a bitch you gotta want more than a fuckin Burkin wit me
I showed niggaz support, and in return they'd dismiss it
Tried puttin light on them niggaz, some reason they wanna dim it
Put money in niggaz hands when I didn't have it to give it
Just want em to make a killin just off of makin a livin
I made it without the status, co-signs, and piggy backin
Hustler by definition, I fronted my own advances
Grew up when OGs told me,"With your talent, gotta chance it.
Cuz niggaz will know your worth before you do and take advantage"
Gave niggaz opportunities, it ain't nothin you owe me
Success can make a opp out of yo brodie
Spirit of a G, got the traits from all the niggaz before me
From courtrooms to court side, I did it all with the homies
Oh yeah
Slow paper is better than no paper
Bitches add they two cents like that's gon change us
Made it out the mud, them niggaz stuck where I came from
Niggaz say anything except congratulations



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Writer(s): Carlos Cooksey
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