I just love doing this shit! send open verses or ideas to g2yhmusic@gmail.com
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #172
Peak in subgenre #75
Author
Slogo16z
Uploaded
August 27, 2022
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.2 MB • 320 kbps • 3:35
Lossless
WAV 36.1 MB
Story behind the song
This is a song where I really feel like Game went in on this and I always thought the beat was Hard so I just Half-ass freestyled ....You know recorded 5 bars punched in another 5/8 bars and so on and this is what i came up with Hope you enjoy
Lyrics
Steady yelling gang really you ain't like that
talkin crazy on the net
now you wish u didn't type that
CAUGHT YOU with your bitch
she was telling you to fight back
always got it on you
well where the fucks that pipe at ?
you just had 2 feed the killas
now their hungry wanting more
my shooters makin plays
but only count em if they score
count up to the 5
start shooting on the 4
make em feel it pockets hurting
cuz it costs to go to war
fish inside a barrel
caught em parked while getting high
that's a grand slam its a given
now please show me where i lied
stock up on your ammo stop shooting at the sky
wasted money on a stick
when it jams you gonna die
crossed me like a crucifix thinking i was new to this
sadistic I will get you clipped
truly am a lunatic
talking but it's just to talk looking like a goofy bitch
playing tough you fit the role
like reading off a movie script
mapping out the moves put the syrup on the plans
always tucked inside the house n he aint even on the band
it's ok if we don't catch you
we just pulled up on your mans
aim that shotty at his back he's like Ricky when he ran
you hear me talkin shut the fuck up you gonna listen to me
Louisville to the cheek now you missing your teeth
serious as cancer ain't no kidding with me
skin is thicker than a Snickers you ain't getting to me
this smoke is complimentary you can get it for free
On the house no strings attached I'll kill the I in the team
Everybody claim they thorough ashamed to be a mutt
Like these people even matter you really think they give a fuck
So I'm running for the finish I'll be winning the race
and I'd be damned to let a man ever dictate my pace
crush em making wine like I'm stepping on grapes
They in my ear selling dreams get that shit out my face
Writing songs for the club like it's cool to do these drugs
n people hang on every word really idolizing clucks
This game has really changed I hate to say it's for the worse
Lost my soul for a minute but I found it when I searched
now i'm back from the dead like this my second birth
they hate to see it but i'm better as I rise up from the dirt
kept it way more than 100
never ran from a fight
these cowards ain't no lions they be lying like white
we are not the same we ain't nothing alike
fuck around you're getting popped like a Pepsi or sprite
pay attention to the meaning in case you forgot
if you're guilty of treason you'll get left out to rot
competing with your brothers i always saw that shit as odd
false idols it's a complex so they feel like a god
actin righteous but they're two face n they hide behind facades
you know why Gotti killed his boss 4 the better of the mob
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