Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On G's, artist - Curren$y. Album song Weekend At Burnie's, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |