Cant go halfway & say that you full time
Too much money here I'm on a full grind
All money ain't good, doesn't matter how you make it look
Manipulators do exist hiding the face of a crook
It was Brookside near downtown
And a bunch of clucks on 8th Streeet
If you know what I'm talking bout then you know the Southside made me
Shame on you if you know a nigga, cuz you know I came from the trenches
Crack house full of stenches
Walking thru the wooden fences
All these niggaz catching feelings cuz I ain't really wanna work with em
The people celebrate a nigga, the ceremony really hurting em
I ain't never needed vouches
Too busy copping ounces
Niggaz cappin on the rap shit when you was sitting them couches
You talkin shit about my videos u wasn't there in the streets
Talking about all this G shit you was never riding with dem G's
The originator, the inventor it's only love in them mentions
Alot of rappers owe me money but I know you need it I ain't really tripping
I aint pray for this it was given thats why you call it purpose
Just thank God that I'm doing this, I dun made a lot of niggas nervous
The G on my back
The G in my heart
The G in my eyes
Always reside
The G on my back
The G in my heart
The G in my eyes
They never lie
Your bitch a fan, you niggaz mad I ain't even wanna f*ck her
You secondary I be mad too niggaz beat it up without a rubber
I'm the king bitch you better try again if I want the throne I can have it
You say my name in any disrespect your whole team better have a ratchet
All my 20's I was locked up I couldn't even buy a shot nigga
I'm just glad that I'm free Im not concerned to be a hot nigga
You best believe these niggaz telling yeah they some hot niggaz
I was handcuffed on a gurney you got me f*cked up if imma stop nigga
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Cant go halfway & say that you full time
Too much money here I'm on a full grind
All money ain't good, doesn't matter how you make it look
Manipulators do exist hiding the face of a crook
It was Brookside near downtown
And a bunch of clucks on 8th Streeet
If you know what I'm talking bout then you know the Southside made me
Shame on you if you know a nigga, cuz you know I came from the trenches
Crack house full of stenches
Walking thru the wooden fences
All these niggaz catching feelings cuz I ain't really wanna work with em
The people celebrate a nigga, the ceremony really hurting em
I ain't never needed vouches
Too busy copping ounces
Niggaz cappin on the rap shit when you was sitting them couches
You talkin shit about my videos u wasn't there in the streets
Talking about all this G shit you was never riding with dem G's
The originator, the inventor it's only love in them mentions
Alot of rappers owe me money but I know you need it I ain't really tripping
I aint pray for this it was given thats why you call it purpose
Just thank God that I'm doing this, I dun made a lot of niggas nervous
The G on my back
The G in my heart
The G in my eyes
Always reside
The G on my back
The G in my heart
The G in my eyes
They never lie
Your bitch a fan, you niggaz mad I ain't even wanna f*ck her
You secondary I be mad too niggaz beat it up without a rubber
I'm the king bitch you better try again if I want the throne I can have it
You say my name in any disrespect your whole team better have a ratchet
All my 20's I was locked up I couldn't even buy a shot nigga
I'm just glad that I'm free Im not concerned to be a hot nigga
You best believe these niggaz telling yeah they some hot niggaz
I was handcuffed on a gurney you got me f*cked up if imma stop nigga
Too much money here I'm on a full grind
All money ain't good, doesn't matter how you make it look
Manipulators do exist hiding the face of a crook
It was Brookside near downtown
And a bunch of clucks on 8th Streeet
If you know what I'm talking bout then you know the Southside made me
Shame on you if you know a nigga, cuz you know I came from the trenches
Crack house full of stenches
Walking thru the wooden fences
All these niggaz catching feelings cuz I ain't really wanna work with em
The people celebrate a nigga, the ceremony really hurting em
I ain't never needed vouches
Too busy copping ounces
Niggaz cappin on the rap shit when you was sitting them couches
You talkin shit about my videos u wasn't there in the streets
Talking about all this G shit you was never riding with dem G's
The originator, the inventor it's only love in them mentions
Alot of rappers owe me money but I know you need it I ain't really tripping
I aint pray for this it was given thats why you call it purpose
Just thank God that I'm doing this, I dun made a lot of niggas nervous
The G on my back
The G in my heart
The G in my eyes
Always reside
The G on my back
The G in my heart
The G in my eyes
They never lie
Your bitch a fan, you niggaz mad I ain't even wanna f*ck her
You secondary I be mad too niggaz beat it up without a rubber
I'm the king bitch you better try again if I want the throne I can have it
You say my name in any disrespect your whole team better have a ratchet
All my 20's I was locked up I couldn't even buy a shot nigga
I'm just glad that I'm free Im not concerned to be a hot nigga
You best believe these niggaz telling yeah they some hot niggaz
I was handcuffed on a gurney you got me f*cked up if imma stop nigga
Writer: Dereck Bell
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