Lyrics Blvd - King Lil G

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Coming up out the street, bitch I’m coming up out the curb
Back on my shit, I be murdering these verses
Bitches coming up to me, what’s popping Lil G?
Give a fuck about the rumors and what enemies gon' think
South side on mine, fuck it up then I leave
Find out where you live at, we fuck around and go deep
Now look at me, I’m living in a mansion
Started from the bottom sleeping on a dirty mattress
Black bandana on, got my own fashion
47 beanie with the black supreme jacket
Back on tweedy boulevard, where the shit happened
I don’t really know but fucking hoes was a habit
Mobbing through Atlantic, who the fuck want static?
Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind
Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind
A hundred pounds of weed, I was getting it from the bay
They can’t tell me shit, I took a risk and got paid
The streets got flooded, bout to keep it a hunnid
Fuck it up then I’m thuggin', don’t hesitate when you busting
I really miss my dog Will with me in the streets
Remember when I picked up about a quarter P
Shout out to my solid little soldiers in Chicago
We speak the same language, when we in the gang module
All my dogs in Compton, throw it up
All my G’s in South Central, throw it up
All my dogs in Lynwood, throw it up
South side muthafucker
Yeah we blowing up
Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind
Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind
It’s 47 in this bitch
Murder on my mind, murder on my mind