Wanna Be a G

[Intro: Max B & Dave East] Word, this that new shit, nigga Dave  East, Max Biggavel Fuck  you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? Ain't ready for this shit, nigga Y'all niggas ain't got this right here Oh,  oh, Lord Oh,  oh, oh, oh, Lord Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Lord Oh,  oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord Oh, Lord Oh, oh, oh, Lord Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord [Verse 1: Dave East] Corner  of his block, that's as far as he could see Fiends in and out the spot, it been hard to go to sleep (It been hard) Shorty wanna be a G (Shorty wanna be a G) Shorty wanna be a G (Uh) He ain't seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak The shit that he be goin' through, you'll probably never see (Oh) Shorty caught up in the streets (Caught up) Shorty wanna be a G He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see He tatted his homies on him 'cause most of them deceased Pourin' out liquor for niggas he'll never see Fuck a book, he'll rather catch a jux, he never read Shorty wanna be a G, he ain't the one you wanna meet Dolo, he ain't never deep [Chorus: Dave East] Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh) Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh) Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see (Oh, oh, oh) That's as far as he could see (Oh, oh lord) [Verse 2: Dave East] Alright Couple spots he robbed, he ain't never got no job (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Alright (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Alright (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Shorty wanna be a G (Oh lord) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see The man on his block, that's all he wanna be He came up on some guap and lost it all in a week (Lost) Just thinkin' 'bout his homies, lost 'em all in the streets (My niggas) Shorty wanna be a G If it ain't about money, don't wanna talk to you for free (Where that money at?) He young but got the heart to be a G He done put in pain, they know his name all through the streets (They know him) He'll probably never change, he just wanna be a G Shorty wanna be a G [Interlude: Max B] Yeah This shit smooth right here, East I'm doin' the unthinkable This shit unprecedented right here You already know Harlem niggas, how we do Let's go [Verse 3: Max B] For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G She like the wave, so I got that down to a three All she gotta do is touch and a nigga skeet We rep this Harlem shit, me and my nigga East (East) Biggaveli you's a beast, alright Yeah, real niggas, real music, real street Street, feds watching out, I feel heat Niggas still cheatin', get a head start Chip in, get your benefits Niggas is ignorant, niggas inconsiderate Niggas be innocent, but still go to jail Can't stand the pressure, they fuck around, they go and tell But I don't shoot shade Step back, shoot a fade Marry the streets young, she toss up the bouquet Bottle of D'Usse, let's crusade Nigga be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touché Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold Chain 300 thou', ridin' out in a Rolls Seats all clean, feet all clean In prison, I pedal smut, beat off king He off Henny, he off lean We all stick together, we all team Oww! Yeah Shout out to all my niggas East, what's good? [Chorus: Dave East] Shorty wanna be a G Shorty wanna be a G Corner of his block, that's just as far as he could see That's as far as he could see