Dave East, Max B - Wanna Be a G lyrics

Word, this that new shit, nigga
Dave  East, Max Biggavel
Fuck  you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Ain't ready for this shit, nigga
Y'all niggas ain't got this right here
Oh,   oh, Lord oh,   oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh oh oh oh, Lord
Oh,   oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord

Corner  of his block
That's as far as he could see
Fiends in and out the spot
It been hard to go to sleep (It been hard)
Shorty wanna be a G (Shorty wanna be a G)
Shorty wanna be a G (Uh)
He ain't seen his pops
Him and his momma hardly speak
The shit that he be goin' through
You'll probably never see (Oh)
Shorty caught up in the streets (Caught up)
Shorty wanna be a G he built for the hood
When it get dark he still could see
He tatted his homies on him
'cause most of them deceased
Pourin' out liquor for niggas he'll never see
Fuck a book, he'll rather catch a jux
He never read shorty wanna be a G
He ain't the one you wanna meet
Dolo, he ain't never deep

Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh)
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh)
Corner of his block
That's as far as he could see (Oh, oh, oh)
That's as far as he could see (Oh, oh lord)

Alright couple spots he robbed
He ain't never got no job
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) alright
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) alright
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh lord)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Corner of his block
That's as far as he could see
The man on his block, that's all he wanna be
He came up on some guap and
Lost it all in a week (Lost)
Just thinkin' 'bout his homies
Lost 'em all in the streets (My niggas)
Shorty wanna be a G if it ain't about money
Don't wanna talk to you for free
(Where that money at?)
He young but got the heart to be a G
He done put in pain
They know his name all through the streets
(They know him) he'll probably never change
He just wanna be a G shorty wanna be a G

Yeah this shit smooth right here, East
I'm doin' the unthinkable
This shit unprecedented right here
You already know Harlem niggas, how we do
Let's go

For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G
She like the wave
So I got that down to a three
All she gotta do is touch and a nigga skeet
We rep this Harlem shit, me and my nigga East
(East) biggaveli you's a beast, alright
Yeah, real niggas, real music, real street
Street, feds watching out, I feel heat
Niggas still cheatin', get a head start
Chip in, get your benefit's
Niggas is ignorant, niggas inconsiderate
Niggas be innocent, but still go to jail
Can't stand the pressure, they fuck around
They go and tell but, I don't shoot shade
Step back, shoot a fade
Marry the streets young
She toss up the bouquet
Bottle of D'Usse, let's crusade
Nigga be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touché
Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold
Chain 300 thou', ridin' out in a Rolls
Seats all clean, feet all clean
In prison, I pedal smut, beat off king
He off Henny, he off lean
We all stick together, we all team oww!
Yeah shout out to all my niggas
East, what's good?

Shorty wanna be a G shorty wanna be a G
Corner of his block
That's just as far as he could see
That's as far as he could see