Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On G's , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Weekend At Burnie's, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
On G's |
| On G’s |
| Niggas ain’t fucking with my team, at all |
| Fall back dog |
| If it ain’t about no loot I can’t get at y’all |
| On G’s |
| Niggas ain’t fucking with my team, at all |
| Fall back dog |
| If it ain’t about no cheese I can’t get at y’all |
| At ease, as I move with my jet set feeling the breeze |
| I’m in yo ear like a death threat |
| Got you wonderin' if I played my best hand yet |
| You ain’t seen nothin' |
| I’m in yo house like plumbin' |
| In and out of yo woman |
| And I’m up gettin' high cuz my crew up and comin' |
| Different chapters of my establishment |
| Posted up where it’s cold, refrigerator magnets |
| Then it’s back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips |
| Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars |
| Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home |
| Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne |
| Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city’s wrongs |
| And I try to make it right through these songs |
| It’s niggas tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million |
| Get it on nigga and show off when you get it |
| And on the set, shit get live, it’s all action |
| But where I’m from, shit get real, it’s no acting |
| In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis |
| Life under the scope, them bitches keep looking at me |
| But picture living where these niggas don’t feel a thing |
| This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain |
| And all that dirt I did, I still remain without a stain |
| So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain |
| Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane |
| I saw it all but never will I tell a thing |
| Can’t think of one thing to lose, and 'bout a million things to gain |
| So I charge this to the game |
| But soon as I got my change, they say I changed maine |
| They told me state my name, I’m Roddy from the planes maine |
| These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange maine |
| But I’m no lame, these niggas know what I claim |
| I keep it trill to the jet, I put that shit there on the JETS |
| Through the lights, cameras, and flashes bong snappin' and action, I’m |
| Focused on this paper, money transactions is what I’m after playa |
| Was taught as a youngin' to move smart and get my weight up |
| Federal reserves papers by the layers, and weed by the acres |
| Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothin' hata |
| Greater things await for those who remain patient |
| Yea that’s real talk, matter fact a true statement |
| But still I grind cuz in the end I want more than Nathan |
| Smokin' kush, tryna ease them thought with vapors |
| But my mind stuck on gettin' big faces |
| Racin' toward the guap, these niggas still chasin' |
| Runnin' in place, tryna catch up with they replacements |
| Made it to the majors, live from the basement |
| Straight to the rooftop with spacious living spaces |
| With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors |
| Runnin' the game the OGs gave us |