Freddie Gibbs - The Real G Money lyrics

As these drugs alter my heartbeat
Ain't been taking my medication
Don't get me started, g
Hustling, jacking, murder
And macking been such a part of me
Such an evil seed
Wonder what will my son or daughter be?
Killers
I'm too crazy, ain't fit to raise 'em
Streets might send yo daddy off on
Vacation or early grave him asked my pastor
Is there some special place
In heaven for gangsters?
In the eighth grade I was selling
Eight balls off that pager
Put it on my nation
I'm done living out my shoebox
Crack rock cooking on two pots
Came up in the school of the ski mask
Where you quick to make a punk bitch move out
I'm raised way deep on the east side
Right next to the Dorie Miller projects
GDs, Vice Lords on the same set
Wear ya hat the wrong way, you get popped at
And I got a hundred round drum on the AK
Killed a nigga and his homeboy the same day
Now I'm looking for the
Third motherfucker cause I
Burn motherfuckers in the rap game same way
And the label never gave no fucks
Tell 'em only thing that
Dropped was these nuts
Thinking that I'm playing with niggas cuz
I don't cater to niggas
I just be taking from niggas and I
Be waiting for niggas to get

Let's get it started
Ho, we don't need no water, burn 'em
Let's get it started
Ho, we don't need no water, burn 'em
Let's get it started
Ho, we don't need no water
Cause I woke up, lit my smoke
Up, cooked my dope up
And said fuck the world
Woke up, lit my smoke up
And said fuck the world
Woke up, cooked my dope up
And said fuck the world
Woke up, lit my smoke up
And said fuck the world
Woke up, cooked my dope up
And said fuck the world

If you gangsta and you know
A nigga stacking bands
Whether you knee deep in them
Kilos or you sacking grams
This life we live, man
It's so cutthroat make you clap your friends
No ambulance
They just took their bodies in matching vans
Please call the coroner, left some
Trash on my corner, bruh
I was on tour for the summer
Every bitch I fucked was a foreigner
And your bitch was a bust it
Met the whole click, fucked
And recorded her
Got some top at the Marriot
Dropped her off in the morning
Girl, my morning cup of coffee is
A double cup of syrup
Don't take orders from no nigga
Fuck your boss and fuck the world
And I'm good in every hood
Don't need no passes or referral
Me and crack go way back like
Starter caps and jheri curls whip it girl

From a G to a kilo
To a mill from a motherfucking zero
4-5 when I look through the peephole
Nigga, I'm the real G Money, no Nino