Chop
Walked in the bando I look like I hit a lick
Big metal blick best friends with my hip
I don't play sides I just shoot and see who die
Full 50 bag we gon smoke you and I
We be smokin that high grade
Living our high days
It ain't take long to find out that crime pays
I'm along for the ride long as we doing it my way
Yea I'm only 16
I be living like shit but I still got one dream
One day imma be on a stage crowd gonna sing my rehearsals
And I'm still purchasing Louis duffel bags from Virgil
My clan just merked you
Back my shank before I hurt you
Woah bro why you so aggressive for
Turn your head to me and I'll break ya jaw
Ain't just me I'm bringing 40 more
Just to come and assault you
Talk more imma fold you
My Glock on auto bitch yeah
My glock on auto bitch
I'm a big dog like chop
Everybody get turnt when the motherfuckin mic drop
Imma bark on you like chop
Bring a mark to the ground maul his ass and my jaw lock
Yea I'm smoking high grade pot
We ain't joking what we toke in my cities illegal
What they doing I ain't doing it equal
When I blow up I'm bringing my people
Aye yk what's goin on the L to the E
On that debut LP
Yo this wasn't even apart of the song
I had to extend this shit shit was too short
Since the age of 13 I been writing rhymes
Now I'm 18 tryna make papes and rock mics
Tryna drop dimes on this new generation
I'm apart of it but it's still ruled by hatred
Still ruled by judgers still ruled by matrix
I live life on a day to day basis
I'm more like an alien with mixed races
The ghettos and the places I been seen many faces
But seem to never make my own cream but watch
These youngins get figures im tryna stack to the top
For the long run my digits too many zeros to count
That fat full amount tryna make my loot then I'm out
But really MCings something I do professionally
And especially my initials can back that statement my G
So before you come my way with them non loving vibes
Think again coz a diss won't be too hard to write dawg
I feel like a bulletproof man that's toking on grams
Since last last year I been crazy fam
So no doc can help me no block can shake me
Tie me up and get the chainsaw goin I'm still not blowing
The cover that I got my mouth is zip tied shut
Body bag em up you fucking with the (?) cuz
I got ties like the collar on a shirt
So save your own life and don't get fucking merked jerk
You gonna get hurt if you try me
And I say it righteously
I'm as pure as the people treat me
But still I am one with the people
I am one with the people
Big metal blick best friends with my hip
I don't play sides I just shoot and see who die
Full 50 bag we gon smoke you and I
We be smokin that high grade
Living our high days
It ain't take long to find out that crime pays
I'm along for the ride long as we doing it my way
Yea I'm only 16
I be living like shit but I still got one dream
One day imma be on a stage crowd gonna sing my rehearsals
And I'm still purchasing Louis duffel bags from Virgil
My clan just merked you
Back my shank before I hurt you
Woah bro why you so aggressive for
Turn your head to me and I'll break ya jaw
Ain't just me I'm bringing 40 more
Just to come and assault you
Talk more imma fold you
My Glock on auto bitch yeah
My glock on auto bitch
I'm a big dog like chop
Everybody get turnt when the motherfuckin mic drop
Imma bark on you like chop
Bring a mark to the ground maul his ass and my jaw lock
Yea I'm smoking high grade pot
We ain't joking what we toke in my cities illegal
What they doing I ain't doing it equal
When I blow up I'm bringing my people
Aye yk what's goin on the L to the E
On that debut LP
Yo this wasn't even apart of the song
I had to extend this shit shit was too short
Since the age of 13 I been writing rhymes
Now I'm 18 tryna make papes and rock mics
Tryna drop dimes on this new generation
I'm apart of it but it's still ruled by hatred
Still ruled by judgers still ruled by matrix
I live life on a day to day basis
I'm more like an alien with mixed races
The ghettos and the places I been seen many faces
But seem to never make my own cream but watch
These youngins get figures im tryna stack to the top
For the long run my digits too many zeros to count
That fat full amount tryna make my loot then I'm out
But really MCings something I do professionally
And especially my initials can back that statement my G
So before you come my way with them non loving vibes
Think again coz a diss won't be too hard to write dawg
I feel like a bulletproof man that's toking on grams
Since last last year I been crazy fam
So no doc can help me no block can shake me
Tie me up and get the chainsaw goin I'm still not blowing
The cover that I got my mouth is zip tied shut
Body bag em up you fucking with the (?) cuz
I got ties like the collar on a shirt
So save your own life and don't get fucking merked jerk
You gonna get hurt if you try me
And I say it righteously
I'm as pure as the people treat me
But still I am one with the people
I am one with the people
Credits
Writer(s): Apo Prod, Mason Leroy Cooper
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