the g code

i got this pretty

brown queen

her kids addicted to chicken nuggets

she used to play college ball

i'm just trying to ball

i'm trying to sit on leather 'til my time is called

when it is

fuck it

it's been a wild ride

since '95 with the jeans set back on the scene fresh

beamers that lean left

i'm on the fucking roof doing squats

ain't no boots in the box

just some dead

white man and his glock

the cyrus cock-eyed doing 360's in front of popeye's

nobody could control me

allah tried

but then i ate ribs

fuck i hate myself

this shit is banging though

shoot the pistol

bite the mango

out for tango

bravo

applaud me

the seats are coffee

my mother wrist look like it's coughing

it's costly

hide the dope inside the four-seat

hit me on the jet before 3

i'm there at 5 like basketball team

looked in the mirror like oh my progression's beatiful

look how you wear success

what could any problem do to you?

you seen everything so nothing new

no one's unusual

you made it through and niggas fell

survived the greatest crusible

how you rebel

you claim that you already in hell

and you just trying to float up everytime you take an inhale

statistics say my destiny is with shells or in jail

man

i'm just trying to make the things i pencil if it helps

i just hope the steps that i've exampled could inspire

manifest your desires and we can set this bitch on fire

who's a liar? if said that i wanted it

but i reached that

while i'm spitting heat crack

them black sand beach raps

they riding dirty for surely

you better keep your seat strapped

seen a baby boy with tyrese

got his drink jacked

meaning watch out for them young niggas

show me green

i fucks with you

never fronting

i'm puffin blunts

ayo

the steel cold-crushed and flux

she touched the real with he deal

playboy

the illinoise got you iller

still a laid boy

the rudy ray moore

but with that clay-born she stay warm

my ason stay stunting like say

son

you know i told 'em wise play dumb

hop out that grey one and keep low

illegal lingo like ocho cinco

blow the weed smoke

good of for three tokes

don't try that east coast

my people brought if back for the lax

and latinos lax my leeno

i crack my single

roll off the leaf and chief the keef slow

serve up some fresh quiche and cut the cheese

dust the eagle 'til she shine like a bald boss

from baldwin to

if the sober receive note it ain't a loss

and that's the g code

the cross match the gloss on the linx

we got the streets on like moccasins be

model my meat flow

i'm honor

b

my oceanography is no philosophy

it's peace

bro

chunk the deuce in the trunk

the chumps needs those