GDP - Gateway to a Savage Frontier lyrics
[GDP - Gateway to a Savage Frontier lyrics]
And the Devil plays the synth on this one
Stick 'em, 86 'em with the kick drum
GDP remained honest and different
So the name ring bells
Like Donner and Blitzen
The cynicism, the sinister wisdom
Malicious opinions, depict harmful images
Delivered with deliberate precision
Living it, every single day, fam
In the van or in Lowe's racking spray cans
I am, most reckless
Respected, inventive, relentless
Most depressed, impressive
Gettin' it like what the fuck y'all expected
Got reps, yes
With the PR stunts like elections
Mention Division East those my peeps like
Frosted marshmallow treats
With all our answers blowing in the wind
Motherfuckers spit out some shit
They never did
I get it how I live: disorderly and pissed
Crews always saucy like baby back ribs
How your album sorta missed? Cause you're
A faggot and a bitch
Hardly who you say you are in songs
Everybody wanna be a killer like "get at me
Dog"
Just shitted on your lawn, really thick fog
Beef with me is a lot of beef by default
Geeked out, ski ball, tit's out, beats raw
Ball 'til we fall
So there's a lot of cops
But they ain't doing nothing
But scholars still hustle
Shah come home like he never left
The streets don't ever rest
Gangsters don't change
It's just their SIM card and alias
Out for wreck on blocks like the alphabet
My style hit the South like meth
Spraying Uzis in the clouds, obsessed
New Jersey come correct
Essex, don't step without a rep
Stick 'em, 86 'em with the kick drum
GDP remained honest and different
So the name ring bells
Like Donner and Blitzen
The cynicism, the sinister wisdom
Malicious opinions, depict harmful images
Delivered with deliberate precision
Living it, every single day, fam
In the van or in Lowe's racking spray cans
I am, most reckless
Respected, inventive, relentless
Most depressed, impressive
Gettin' it like what the fuck y'all expected
Got reps, yes
With the PR stunts like elections
Mention Division East those my peeps like
Frosted marshmallow treats
With all our answers blowing in the wind
Motherfuckers spit out some shit
They never did
I get it how I live: disorderly and pissed
Crews always saucy like baby back ribs
How your album sorta missed? Cause you're
A faggot and a bitch
Hardly who you say you are in songs
Everybody wanna be a killer like "get at me
Dog"
Just shitted on your lawn, really thick fog
Beef with me is a lot of beef by default
Geeked out, ski ball, tit's out, beats raw
Ball 'til we fall
So there's a lot of cops
But they ain't doing nothing
But scholars still hustle
Shah come home like he never left
The streets don't ever rest
Gangsters don't change
It's just their SIM card and alias
Out for wreck on blocks like the alphabet
My style hit the South like meth
Spraying Uzis in the clouds, obsessed
New Jersey come correct
Essex, don't step without a rep