Lyrics

Pull out the lot of the LSC With a custom whip shit made for G I'm pulling through Los Santos with Lamar, he my day one Been through the struggle, yeah I know the shit he came from Don't get crazy with me, you don't want the smoke Get it like a Redwood or a Malboro I'll hit up tanya and get yo shit whip towed Tell Simeon I got the shit for the low My man JB let me borrow his truck Now my man just gotta sober up Stop by the crib and get my auntie Denise Let her know how we move shit on Grove Street Ops are aliens they're everywhere I see Something funny bout this cup I better ask Jimmy Before I could yeah he jacked my ride and got on Just made a mistake jimbo you gon wish you ain't done it You better get running Don't look back Cause I got my foot on the gas Keep ducking me I'll just go get your dad I've been hearing stories bout how he got in his bag Watch out it's numbers on your head Your pops he would hate to see you dead You don't want the heat You can't fuck with the G league I stay with the bag and fill it up with the greens I barely started at the bottom Always dealing with the ops They don't know where I'm from But stay taking shots Ain't always been like this, I remember I was timid With the game how you come and how you leave different Silence em all l'm here to prove em wrong Here to exterminate their thoughts leave em all Thinking that they did something telling me that I was nothing Really soon it's Hollow that they gonna keep bumping Coming through I'm the man of the night Hundered on my shoes bitch that's off whites Speeding down the lane, I can't see the lights Got the Banz on my futures too bright They say I'm next up, bitch I'm already here I said it before this a Hollow year I'm going overcoming all of my fears Breaking barriers bring you bitches to tears Man Skyy and 50 Cal they do what I like They the ones that had me way before the hype When you come around us you better act right We'll put you through hell we'll just give you 6 nights I asked you for help but you were busy clubbing Didn't get to see all this shit come from nothing Now you only come around just cause my name buzzing Funny you only come around when you need something Think you played me? Ya really ya played yourself You oughta take a break go focus on ya health Cause ya actin like your Trevor man Ya gotta get better man Sit and ride the bench I'm the rap letterman You were going through a drout Did some stupid shit for clout Don't know what you're talking bout You went and did the stealing route Thinking that shit was gonna go ahead and get you out And you're still nowhere near my amount Barely started at the bottom Always dealing with the ops They don't know where I'm from But stay taking shots Aint always been like this, remember I was timid With the game how you come and how you leave different Silence em all l'm here to prove em all wrong Here to exterminate their thoughts leave em all Thinking that they did something telling me that I was nothing Really soon it's Hollow that they gonna keep bumping
Writer(s): Garrett Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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