Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathieu Koontz
Songwriter
Lyrics
Can I take you to Glenway Drive real quick?
You can find me in the Wood if you looking for me
I ain't never had to push a line but I was in it
I grew up in the wood in the Norf; they get ignant
All A's report card never had a blemish
That's the reason why they wanted to see me diminish
Eighth grade big Pirus was always pressing for not a damn reason
I had to get a weapon
I kid you not crowbar all up in my backpack
Never told my daddy when I rode up in a black 'Lac
Cause if he would've known he would've hit the floor
If I told my cousin it would've been a war
He had a 5-0 on the side, no canine
It would've been raining in the sunshine
Got jumped five times and then I whooped they ass
Had to get my metro pass back
And when my grandma asked what I learned in school
I said how to be street smart
Cause it's the educated G
Still keep it G for my neighborhood
Never see me switch up, no, no
Still about money and it's all good
Now watch me put my city on, on on
Watch me put my city on, on on
Cause I'm a real one baby
I could be light wine, cufflink swag
Bow tie button up, chillin' in a Jag
Or I could be sagged up, strapped with a tooly
800 OE saggin' with the foolies
I could be blunted, dice game rollin
Donutsin the Chevy and whip it like it's stolen
Or I could count hundreds, D'usse frozen
Jill Scott livin' my life like it's golden
See niggas try to press me, say that I'm a sellout
But they wanna call me when they need a bailout
Don't hate on me because I took a different route
I had to finish, couldn't be a college dropout
I got my degree, now I'm still in the streets
But I ain't sellin' no crack and no E
I'm tellin' yo' punk ass, stop tryin' to live fast
Make yo' hood proud and refuse to be a dumbass
Still keep it G for my neighborhood
Never see me switch up, no, no
Still about money and it's all good
Now watch me put my city on, on on
Watch me put my city on, on on
Cause I'm a real one baby
Come through shaking the room like Megan twerking
Gurbed up, mind on the money, I stay workin
Step through the buildingike a Sparta kick
With a dunk on my foot, I hear a hater afoot
So I exterminate it, with lava flows runnin' out my ink pen
Flow dirty like a hog in a pig pen
Big Ben lookin' ass, nigga at six three
Taxin' a fee for every piece of my royalties
You niggas disrespectful for scammin' but don't invest
Clown nigga with 100K up on his chest
I don't give a damn, you lookin' boo-boo
Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo
Keep my spirit balanced, blockin' out the voodoo
Speakers on boom like boogadoodoodoodoo
West side nigga bendin' corners like a dog ear
Never disrespect the city if you ain't from here, nigga
Still keep it G for my neighborhood
Never see me switch up, no, no
Still about money and it's all good
Now watch me put my city on, on on
Watch me put my city on, on on
Cause I'm a real one baby
Writer(s): Mathieu Koontz
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