G Life - Split (feat. Status the Marlboro Man) Lyrics

When it's, when it's blastin' with my, when it's time to, when it's time to
When it's, when it's blastin' with my, when it's time to, when it's time to
Grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage
When it's time to meet my maker, I'm goin' out splittin' wigs
Like I split Garcia Vegas, chew em' up and spit em' out
Like banana now and later, crush em' into powder like banana runs
I blast em' with my Jewish space lasers
I high em', you could try all night and not get high as I am
Marijuana, mushroom fryin', I would lick a frog's ass if I'm lyin
I never been afraid of dyin', born in the Mormon land of Zion
Half God, I clash like a titan when I'm fightin
But like a lycan when I'm writin', cause I'm hidin' from the full moon
I'm blastin' like it's high noon, I'm bumpin', makes me laugh
From G-Life on iTunes, I bought a billion fake streams
Now I am a tycoon, it's a typhoon when I smoke up
Tsunami when I roll up, I could smash Goldberg into gold dust
I turn up young purebred into an old mutt
Y'all lunchable like cold cuts and punchable, I go nuts
No pundit token, hold up
When it's, when it's blastin' with my
When it's time to, when it's time to
The grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage
When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers
I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's
When it's, when it's blastin' with my
When it's time to, when it's time to
Fire in my soul from the depths of the bottomless
When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers
I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's
There's no light in my life, no love in my arteries
Every day's a hustle, and the darkness is part of me
Fight, never run, stutter, step is a part of it
Grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage
Gunslinger cartridges, Molotov arsonists
Fire in my soul from the depths of the bottomless
Pit, give a shit, give a f*ck, never, maybe
Toll on your soul, give it up, devil pay me
Never have I ever, yes I have, got regrets
Five bullets in the chamber, number six on roulette
Bang, boom, are you lucky
A cat's nine lives with the privilege of a pilgrim
Five rich white guys, slick white lies
Like a needle in your toe jam
Thirteenth step of a twelve-step program
Clam, no fame, no friends, no fam
Old man death, last breath, slow jam
When it's, when it's blastin' with my
When it's time to, when it's time to
Grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage
When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers
I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's
When it's, when it's blastin' with my
When it's time to, when it's time to
Fire in my soul from the depths of the bottomless
When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers
I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's