Life of a G (Verse Only)

Lemme tell ya life story of a g now

Grew up in a section 8 street house

Pockets getting fatter I was trapping inside out

Turn around a brick really quick then I hide out

Bitches running up in public when I got loud

Selling decibels in pounds for the right ‘mount

Fuck with me and we can have a fucking sit down

turn around quick then I’m shooting at ya clique now

Not Kevin gates bitch I’m motherfucking J squared

Call me Jake Paul the way I let my rounds air

Ain’t no sweet shit that we doing round here

Slide through I’ll let ya catch a flying fucking 9 mil

Bitch I’m hotter than the hell that I was sent from

And I’m hotter than the place that I’ll send one

selling loads on the low for the low had every single person on my whole block stoned

If you really want smoke then I can leave a couple holes

Never knowing where I’m going but every time I go in

I’m a motherfucking killer I’m sorry I got an omen

And Every single lyric that I throw in is so potent

If you see me out in public better hope that you are toating

Cuz I’ll let that bitch fly and i don’t care if lives are stolen

Now I gotta pay an homage you know that I got it on me

let me slow this motherfucker down before I get to going

 

And now I got every label saying “sign with me”

I say no I was trying to beat adversity

Never catch me selling my motherfucking soul for free

I don’t do this shit for fame I do for dopamine

 

So every person out there

take a second right now

and understand that’s the motherfucking life of me

 

(Verse is copyrighted and up for sale)