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