| Oh! Most of us came from a broken home, |
| Drowning all my sorrows, |
| Drinking liquor trying to smoke alone |
| Arguing with my wife so I broke the phone, |
| … but the plane is on! |
| … is acting funny with the work, |
| Like my money didn’t work, |
| He gonna end up getting murdered. |
| The… acting funny with the… |
| Like the shit that I spit on the record wasn’t real! |
| Hood man, but they know… |
| But they end up in jealousy to end a nigger high! |
| The other day I say… fuck |
| When I play the bodega it was… dance for the Dutch. |
| Keep it real, we’re living in real time, |
| And I’m feeling the niggers' pain, |
| But they never can feel mine! |
| So I’m a go with the green light, |
| I don’t even sleep, how the fuck could I dream right? |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| And you keep telling me things are getting better, |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| But I’m a do me, you can say whatever I’m a G! |
| … guess it’s a sad think my… is magic! |
| I remember I never I never said December was cold, |
| But February was drastic, |
| … my niggers and what they… |
| … when the murder scene is tragic! |
| Niggers can talk shit, we don’t even glimpse, |
| Niggers can get hit, we don’t even wince! |
| … entourage and I don’t mean Vince, |
| Purple label and purple Porsche… |
| I look into the sky life, my life |
| And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. |
| Blowin' on a lone Dutch in here |
| How I lie, rather die to be in jail, |
| It’s so good 'till it’s all bad, |
| And the ugly niggers gonna crash your broad’s… |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| And you keep telling me things are getting better, |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| But I’m a do me, you can say whatever I’m a G! |
| I keep on moving on my new… on the blocks, |
| … the young boys move… |
| … I salute cause it’s the… west like… |
| What they do for… |
| In the nights… your brain is out when the cocaine… |
| Again I know my men got life out the game, |
| Don’t stop so pull the weed out tonight’s… |
| Yeah, it’s like that… |
| My down South niggers they got… |
| My East Coast niggers they got the… |
| … you found what your friends did. |
| I throw this money over bitches, |
| But niggers… so let’s kick it! |
| If you really live by the G code shoot a couple of guns, |
| Hurry up and reload! |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| And you keep telling me things are getting better, |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| But I’m a do me, you can say whatever I’m a G! |