I got G's in the trap (got G's)
I got G's on the road
Everyday's a struggle
Everyday's an episode
So when I step onto the street
They know I'm speaking in code
They think they know, nah
They just flex and pose (of course)
They pretend to move that cheese (that cheese)
Chop that tree and hook up steeze
But my crew don't do it for the gram
They do it for the bloods
So they can eat (of course)
'There was a time when I was off my feet
They didn't look twice at me (no way)
Now they're asking all these questions
Different expressions when they speak (quit askin')
Your tone and your voice gone weak
Got me like Dave I'm tweakin' tweakin'
In the Merc and the white lights beamin'
Push starts no need for the keys in (no way, no way)
Nah trust me brother it's only pre-season
See these brothers I'm keeping
You can't test these waters, nah, nah
You're not used to the deep end
And we pull up, pull up and party
On your block and it's mine (it's mine)
You chit chat on the tape
So stop, pause and rewind
You're not used to this workrate
You're twisted and blind
And you're snitchin' up on my mate
With tears up in your eyes
Try and do me dirty
Load it bang
If you ever heard of me and my gang
I'm that top boy from the 6
Block with an opp
Save it for the fiends, yeah
Got money trees like Kenny
I lock it in like Eddie (lock it, lock it)
Cock it back, steady
Hold it, hold it
Drop that medy
You couldn't survive these streets
My G's got tropical beats like please
Pick up the mob with steez
You don't wanna see me get keys
Them lads broke grove like AJ T
Hit 'em with the AK freeze
Tell 'em I'll squeeze
No problem
I've lost it all in my conscience
Tell 'em I've lost it
And I got it all played out
Pull out the NorthFace now
Bang brudda
Who's in the fucken throne
King of the North like Bugzy Malone
But I'm not from there, nah
Can't you tell by my hair?
Bang, cap him then and there
Bang, cap him then and there
Pull up, pull up and party
On your block and it's mine (it's mine)
You chit chat on the tape
So stop, pause and rewind
You're not used to this workrate
You're twisted and blind
You're snitchin' up on my G
With tears up in your eyes
She wanna party
Look in my dargies
But she's been rockin' the money
Can't talk to all of them barbies
2 shots and that leave me glassy
And I'll smoke 'em all like I'm Marley
Pull up with gang
They don't know about Charlie
I can see they all lost it
Can't talk about boxes, nah
Yeah we leave 'em unconscious
Want to talk nonsense
Guarantee they don't want it
Tell 'em all just save it
'Cause you know I stay patient
Talk shit get faded
Come GAT'S all blazin'
From the 6 all raising, indicatin'
My G's slide through too easy
Got 'em all sleepin' up on the pavement
So don't talk to me about payments
Only my crew got the food
When we come around
We come around and let shots off at your crew (of course)
Put him in debt for the disrespect
Let 'em all just talk
While I'm doin' my set
Wanna pose on the net
Tell 'em all just jet
Pull up, pull up and party
On your block and it's mine (it's mine)
You chit chat on the tape
So stop, pause and rewind
You're not used to this workrate
You're too twisted and blind
You're snitchin' up on my crew
With tears up in your eyes
And we pull up, pull up and party
On your block and it's mine
You chit chat on the tape
So stop, pause and rewind
You're not used to this workrate
You're twisted and blind
And you're snitchin' up on my mate
With tears up in your eyes