G70

I look in the mirror and I'm seeing the man that I really became
They hating on me but they don't know my name
I'm toting that nine imma aim at your brain
That boy he a hoe on my momma he lame

Get off of my line, I ain't got time for them games
Just give me the money, Ion care bout the fame
I've been through the struggle, I felt so much pain
I know you a fake, you ain't never been real

I came out the mud man I been in the field
I know you won't ride when it's time to go kill
They quick to go hide when it's time for a drill
Hard to trust in this life cause it's kill or be killed

Ain't tryna do nothing but run up a mill
I just got a bag and it's vacuum sealed
Been through hard times, with my brother Neal
I got ten racks on me right now

People they hate that I'm up
If you run up on a youngin' right now
I promise you, testing your luck
I blew me a bag on some off-whites

But it don't feel like enough
He worried bout throwing dirt up on my name
But don't got no bread, that's tough
These niggas be running around acting gangsta

Whole time, they be sus
I'm finna go cash out on a whip
That's a want, that's a must
We like the new boys stepping in your town

Everybody know it's us
If it ain't by the cheddar, I ain't wasting time
I ain't even gonna fuss
I get on my knees and I talk to God

But I just see that's how life goes
I got two exes dancing on a pole
Please don't run up, cause I keep a pole
I learn how to live on my own

Staying ten toes, I got in my zone
This right off the top
This right off the dome
Look out for myself, I don't care if I'm wrong
I'm spitting straight facts, and I let it be known

I swear my ole lady, she bad to the bone
Niggas hating, wonder how I do it
Still talking, hating on my music
Got the power, careful how I use it

Niggas getting killed cause they abuse it
Pull up in that foreign, it go stupid
G70 in the wind and it's cruising



Credits
Writer(s): Stace Mitchell Jr
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