Maino - I’m a G lyrics
[Maino - I’m a G lyrics]
What don't kill me will make me stronger
Trying to get rich, Lord, how much longer
Team will ride me if I'm right on wrong
Y'all
I'm gon be a G 'til I'm six feet under
You already know what it is
I ain't asking for sympathy
Bury me a G if all these
Shells are meant for me
I ain't gon snitch, my lips zipped like
I'm in the middle of the game like a referee
All I got in the world is
My word and my balls
And I ain't breaking them for
Nann mothefucker at all
You bitch niggas can't get with the ball
I sell crack, dope and weed in the hood like
It come from the store
Baybro I'm allergic to law
I get a rash everytime I come
Ten feet next to the court
Give a fuck who's the nicest, I write life
Kid my muscle game something like
Suge Knight's is
It's not a secret what I'mma do
Cause I keep the 40 stuck to
My body just like Diallo Amadou
I've done what you're tying to do
Shit if we're both thugs
Then tell me, cocksucker, what kind is you
Cause y'all don't wanna fuck with me
I hold court in the streets like Rucker games
Brooklyn, man, we ride the game
Got guns that'll blow your whole spirit
From out of your frame
Mommy please, if you're hearing me
Say a prayer for me
Should've known when I dropped school they
Had a cell for me ten years straight
Felt like nobody cared for me
But I'm on, now, come through
The whole hood stare at me
Listen, your whole block better duck
When I'm fitting to blast
I got great aim, I can hit a ant in it's ass
This ain't rap, man
This is crack music at last
These niggas pussy and I'mma put
My foot in their ass
These fuckboys still fronting
But when I rap on these beats
I make niggas on the
Street wanna kill something
Nigga you won't kill nothing
Did a dime in prison
And I ain't learned my lesson
Dog I'm still thugging
I'm the hardest Brooklyn artist
If rap don't work, I'mma eat regardless
Boy, y'all just targets
With a gun to your head
Let's see if you dodge this
Trying to get rich, Lord, how much longer
Team will ride me if I'm right on wrong
Y'all
I'm gon be a G 'til I'm six feet under
You already know what it is
I ain't asking for sympathy
Bury me a G if all these
Shells are meant for me
I ain't gon snitch, my lips zipped like
I'm in the middle of the game like a referee
All I got in the world is
My word and my balls
And I ain't breaking them for
Nann mothefucker at all
You bitch niggas can't get with the ball
I sell crack, dope and weed in the hood like
It come from the store
Baybro I'm allergic to law
I get a rash everytime I come
Ten feet next to the court
Give a fuck who's the nicest, I write life
Kid my muscle game something like
Suge Knight's is
It's not a secret what I'mma do
Cause I keep the 40 stuck to
My body just like Diallo Amadou
I've done what you're tying to do
Shit if we're both thugs
Then tell me, cocksucker, what kind is you
Cause y'all don't wanna fuck with me
I hold court in the streets like Rucker games
Brooklyn, man, we ride the game
Got guns that'll blow your whole spirit
From out of your frame
Mommy please, if you're hearing me
Say a prayer for me
Should've known when I dropped school they
Had a cell for me ten years straight
Felt like nobody cared for me
But I'm on, now, come through
The whole hood stare at me
Listen, your whole block better duck
When I'm fitting to blast
I got great aim, I can hit a ant in it's ass
This ain't rap, man
This is crack music at last
These niggas pussy and I'mma put
My foot in their ass
These fuckboys still fronting
But when I rap on these beats
I make niggas on the
Street wanna kill something
Nigga you won't kill nothing
Did a dime in prison
And I ain't learned my lesson
Dog I'm still thugging
I'm the hardest Brooklyn artist
If rap don't work, I'mma eat regardless
Boy, y'all just targets
With a gun to your head
Let's see if you dodge this