Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lone Wolf II, artist - G-Mo Skee. Album song My Filthy Spirit Bomb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.12.2016
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
Lone Wolf II |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid |
| When we was just kids and the trouble we made |
| All day, we would do shit kids would do |
| But now I we got shit to do |
| Ey |
| Yo look |
| Didn’t I tell you niggas one day we would leave those blocks |
| I told you we would be on top |
| And to think, last year I wasn’t ready to be no pops |
| Now I’m grinding; |
| you won’t see G-Mo stop |
| I’ve been going places that I never thought I would go |
| On the road, doing shows in the fog and the snow |
| It’s a struggle; |
| that’s what it takes for artists to grow |
| I work hard, thank God we ain’t starving no mo' |
| 'Cause now we get rushed by the fans screaming «bless you» |
| When I get off tour I’m thinking 'bout my next tune |
| I’ve got to keep moving, got to make the best moves |
| Just in case my nieces and nephews need refuge |
| I told myself I’d be feeding the fam |
| Just focus on the goal and proceed with the plan |
| I was never worried 'bout college fees and exams |
| And I never bow down to the feet of a man nigga |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid |
| When we was just kids and the trouble we made |
| All day, we would do shit kids would do |
| But now I we got shit to do |
| Ey |
| To my sister who took care of me when I was a seed |
| I left home before I was finna be sixteen |
| And even though we argued and disagreed |
| She knew her baby brother was destined to see his dreams |
| And momma still can’t believe that I’m taking flights |
| I’m out of state, she calling me every day and night |
| Perform in Tulsa, I saw that nigga sell |
| If I don’t get you back to Richmond I’mma raise hell |
| My nigga Kev’s still macking on these bitches |
| Super Saiyan pimp hand smacking on these bitches |
| Cash Prada, J Novee, Roman and Gatsby |
| Here now bang gang shit holding us back |
| And Vinnie Paz kept it real for the young |
| Got me on a track: changed my life with one song |
| And C-Lens you know what’s up dog? |
| Every time you jump on a track we come strong |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid |
| When we was just kids and the trouble we made |
| All day, we would do shit kids would do |
| But now I we got shit to do |
| Ey |
| So many years I’ve worked for what I’ve got now |
| Don’t want to lose it all being too hostile |
| And these motherfuckers wonder why I’m seldom seen |
| I’m at the house making music smoking hella weed |
| I told my nieces they can take my strength |
| So I’m never worried 'bout if their grades might slip |
| And I’mma make up for every birthday I missed |
| We gon' ball out when the world play my shit |
| To all my niggas struggling I raise my fist |
| We in the same boat nigga I ain’t Don Rich |
| Thanks to my godbrother, we stay in the hills |
| Still busting our ass but we paying the bills |
| When I get paid, we gon' blaze it and chill |
| Like back in the old days, no fame or a pill |
| Before we were chasing the mill |
| When we was kids |
| This isn’t for the rap money this is for my niggs |
| I love y’all |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I know I’m getting real distant |
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different |
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit |
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas |
| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid |
| When we was just kids and the trouble we made |
| All day, we would do shit kids would do |
| But now I we got shit to do |
| Ey |