Can't play me by throwin a fake g/
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
But apparently its talent g,
Bitch, they call it motor city
Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit
G-unit would make of it!
Fuck that nigga, i am the party
On hip hop and grime my g,
All i want is you baby
But they can't do nothing to a g/
A demon that feeds of my inner g
Ha - so gifted, do it truly
And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby
We call each other homie g,
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