From tha G (Freestyle #1)

[Production]

[Verse 1]

One time for your mind, uhh

Yo, creepin' rollin in my ole green hoopty

Trunk quakin' niggas can't take it, bitch sue me

You boys don't move me, I blow my green

I get high while I drive, yea thats my routine

On the daily..I go kiss my momma on the cheek

Throw my nikes on my feet, roll a sweet, and I hit the street

Rest in peace to my cousin, we buried him last week

Hopefully the day they don't put me under the concrete, I peep

These niggas reaction when I pass em

Smile at a playa, but really they wanna blast em

Really for no reason, but beefin' is everlastin'

Rather walk up and shoot em, then simply walk up and ask em

How can we get along? Crackers knowin' its wrong

1 deceased, 1 in jail, 2 niggas with 1 stone

This the type of shit we face in this place that I call home

Some niggas just gettin' by, some niggas is gettin' known

[Hook]

And I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches

Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be

I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G

So I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches

East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be

I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G

[Verse 2]

Yup, most niggas from the G ain't one hundred

Get in the mix with a bitch nigga, you'll learn from it

I done seen niggas get burn from it and locked down

I only fuck with certain niggas when I come around

Big Rock, Fingeroll, Hit, them my niggas

Willy picked up the liquor, J.P. done rolled up the swisha

E-Dub and Ironwood, D-Edge and Ivoe

Derett, Turtle Banxx, my niggas from Chicago

And all the hoes I know, you know I got love for yea

Hard dick, hard liquor could kill up a blood for yea

Hoes sneaky they be creepin', like leeches...they blood suckas

Fuck with me cause Freddie Gibbs ain't your typical motherfucker

(Nahh)I'm way to cool to be a fool for a broad

Cause bitch I'd rather hit the mall with my motherfuckin' dawgz

I cut a lot of motherfuckers off though

Now they got my dick in they mouth, fuck what you thought ho

[Hook]

And I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches

Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be

I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G

So I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches

East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be

I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G

[Verse 3]

Baby I been blowin' kill in different area codes

Southern Cali, Southern Texas, and Southern Florida hoes

Put my bitch up in the tiki, but nigga hot in the cold

Summertime to the winter these niggas dump and reload

Bustin' until they hit it, plenty wigs get splitted

In a city full of crooked polices and politicians

I be all in different parts of the country, different adventures

But I never could forget about 17th and Virginia

Land of lost hope, clouds of mill smoke

Community devoured by hard, and soft dope

Addicts they can't cope, Vice Lords and Folks

Every man for himself these niggas is cuttthroat

I flow coast to coast where the Gs' be at

Nothin' but pride in my city and I bleed for that

I love Gary, Indiana like weed and yack

Even if they don't love me back, I'm gettin' scratch

[Hook]

So I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches

Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be

I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G

So I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches

East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be

I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G

Yupp