G2G (City 2 City)
Eeeeeeeeeee,
Christ,
High C,
Cha chea,
cha cha cha,
Come on Come on,
Ready to ride,
From ghetto to ghetto,
Race to race,
Thank God thank God,
Let's put our faith with love we can stop to hate,
Ghetto to ghetto,
From city to city,
State to state,
Re aline the state no time to waste,
(Repeat)
Let me speak with a golden tounge,
Without restraints,
Do it cause you said I can't,
Heartbeat is faint,
Land at the father's feet so crushed when I hear him speak,
Man I'm weak,
I sent him my love,
Live out loud,
It ain't discreet,
Love everlasting never changing never out done,
It's the same every week,
Crowd bowling,
Let my guard down,
Let my homie old boy come to console me,
When I'm all bent out of shape filled with rage and hate,
There is to unfold me,
No other love is timeless,
No matter how lost he find me,
Accept me if he clean or grind me,
Coast stone cracked out or climbing,
Out my pit,
A wollowing wretch,
Trectch to my limit scale swallowing sweat,
Don't believe I'm saved,
Still follow him back,
Accept the charge for call and collect,
Old boy gotta love that sun mask,
That you see from afar,
No matter who you are,
Into buying a bent craft,
Call on the name,
Fall back he's a good kat in every ghetto,
(HOOK)
From place to place and space to space,
Face to face we walk in grace,
Got stomping grounds in every town,
In yo city straight holding it down,
Haters wanna see the click dead in the ground,
They don't understand we was born for the crown,
They don't understand it was plans of the man who,
Never had plans on staying in the ground,
Nails in his hands and fone in his crown,
Took it like a gee when it all went down,
Makin' one outta me so I follow him now,
That's why I really can't leave write now,
Cash Uh,
My partner told me slow it down,
That's us,
Bossin' up and makin' rounds,
Soldier sound,
Boldin' bounds,
Look around you bodies down,
Another angel hit the ground,
Don't you hear that trumpet sound,
Trumpets bumping up and down,
Bumpin' something humpin' now,
Clumpin' something wit ya now,
Bumpin' teachins wit ya now
Christ,
High C,
Cha chea,
cha cha cha,
Come on Come on,
Ready to ride,
From ghetto to ghetto,
Race to race,
Thank God thank God,
Let's put our faith with love we can stop to hate,
Ghetto to ghetto,
From city to city,
State to state,
Re aline the state no time to waste,
(Repeat)
Let me speak with a golden tounge,
Without restraints,
Do it cause you said I can't,
Heartbeat is faint,
Land at the father's feet so crushed when I hear him speak,
Man I'm weak,
I sent him my love,
Live out loud,
It ain't discreet,
Love everlasting never changing never out done,
It's the same every week,
Crowd bowling,
Let my guard down,
Let my homie old boy come to console me,
When I'm all bent out of shape filled with rage and hate,
There is to unfold me,
No other love is timeless,
No matter how lost he find me,
Accept me if he clean or grind me,
Coast stone cracked out or climbing,
Out my pit,
A wollowing wretch,
Trectch to my limit scale swallowing sweat,
Don't believe I'm saved,
Still follow him back,
Accept the charge for call and collect,
Old boy gotta love that sun mask,
That you see from afar,
No matter who you are,
Into buying a bent craft,
Call on the name,
Fall back he's a good kat in every ghetto,
(HOOK)
From place to place and space to space,
Face to face we walk in grace,
Got stomping grounds in every town,
In yo city straight holding it down,
Haters wanna see the click dead in the ground,
They don't understand we was born for the crown,
They don't understand it was plans of the man who,
Never had plans on staying in the ground,
Nails in his hands and fone in his crown,
Took it like a gee when it all went down,
Makin' one outta me so I follow him now,
That's why I really can't leave write now,
Cash Uh,
My partner told me slow it down,
That's us,
Bossin' up and makin' rounds,
Soldier sound,
Boldin' bounds,
Look around you bodies down,
Another angel hit the ground,
Don't you hear that trumpet sound,
Trumpets bumping up and down,
Bumpin' something humpin' now,
Clumpin' something wit ya now,
Bumpin' teachins wit ya now
Credits
Writer(s): Teron David Carter, Stacy Bernard Jones, Jacob Timothy Brown, Anthony Gerard Johnson
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