The G Code

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] I got this pretty, brown queen, her kids addicted to chicken nuggets She used to play college ball, I'm just trying to ball I'm trying to sit on leather 'til my time is called When it is, fuck it, it's been a wild ride Since '95 with the jeans set back on the scene fresh Beamers that lean left I'm on the fucking roof doing squats, ain't no boots in the box Just some dead, white man and his Glock The cyrus cock-eyed doing 360's in front of Popeye's Nobody could control me, Allah tried But then I ate ribs, fuck I hate myself, this shit is banging though Shoot the pistol, bite the mango Out for tango, bravo Applaud me, the seats are coffee My mother wrist look like it's coughing, it's costly Hide the dope inside the four-seat Hit me on the jet before 3 I'm there at 5 like basketball team [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] Looked in the mirror like oh my progression's beatiful Look how you wear success, what could any problem do to you? You seen everything so nothing new, no one's unusual You made it through and niggas fell, survived the greatest crusible How you rebel, you claim that you already in hell And you just trying to float up everytime you take an inhale Statistics say my destiny is with shells or in jail Man, I'm just trying to make the things I pencil if it helps I just hope the steps that I've exampled could inspire Manifest your desires and we can set this bitch on fire Who's a liar? If said that I wanted it, but I reached that While I'm spitting heat crack, them black sand beach raps They riding dirty for surely, you better keep your seat strapped Seen a baby boy with Tyrese, got his drink jacked Meaning watch out for them young niggas Show me green, I fucks with you, never fronting I'm puffin blunts, nigga [Verse 3: Blu] Ayo, the steel cold-crushed and flux She touched the real with he deal, playboy The Illinoise got you iller, still a laid boy The Rudy Ray Moore, but with that clay-born she stay warm My Ason stay stunting like say, son You know I told 'em wise play dumb Hop out that grey one and keep low Illegal lingo like Ocho Cinco, blow the weed smoke Good of for three tokes, don't try that East Coast My people brought if back for the lax And Latinos lax my leeno, I crack my single Roll off the leaf and chief the keef slow Serve up some fresh quiche and cut the cheese Dust the eagle 'til she shine like a bald boss From Baldwin to the [?] If the sober receive note it ain't a loss And that's the G code The cross match the gloss on the linx We got the streets on like moccasins be Model my meat flow, I'm honor, B My oceanography is no philosophy, it's peace, bro Chunk the deuce in the trunk, the chumps needs those