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Hey yo man,
this for the real G's,
you know what I'm saying?
The motherfuckers who do what they say they gonna do
Look
This is for the real G's all around
Real G's moving something that don't make a sound
This is for the real G's all around
Now listen right here
This is for the G's,
the real ones know homie I ain't gotta speak
But we gotta eat, so we all hustlin'
Movin' what we could, tryna dodge the pain
But we gotta win, we ain't tryna live bitter
Out in the cold just like it's the winter
Peace to my peeps in the 303 You know that's the hometown
Shout out to the Eastside Where the G's ridin' on the soldiers face
Each and every day,
everybody and they mommies tryna get paid
You know everybody bangin' or everybody
slingin' Take a walk through the hood,
I ain't playin'
Where my cam folks so dope at Where they all shootin' 447
Ain't runnin' from dro packs The G runs in my DNA
Homeboy,
you can float that Runnin' off the mail,
but a brother quiet
Maxin' in the city where it's like a riot
Wakin' at some females that walk by me
Tryna be cool,
but do not try me You know I could switch,
I might be quiet
for a bit But we keep with the drama lit *
Do you wanna know what's a G to me?
Someone that handles theirs never
bluffs and they scared of a damn thing
This is for the real G's all around Real
G's moving something that don't make
a sound This is for the real G's all around
Real G's moving something that don't make a sound
This is for the real G's all around Real
G's moving something that don't make a sound
This is for the real G's all around Real
G's moving something that don't make a sound