Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Real G Money , by - Freddie Gibbs. Release date: 18.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Real G Money |
| 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 |