[Talking:]
Gyeah(I'm A G)I don't know about you
Look I don't know about you*repeat 2x*
Gyeah, It's Flip Gates... my n**** Noble
Clover G's, H-Town... Southside
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Ay Look I'm A G and that's the family tradition
f*** bein broke my n**** I'm on a mission
I was fifteen with a bag full of dope
While ya'll was learnin math n**** I was cookin c**e
I use to ride with my uncle, he use to make the runs
He told me if he didn't come out to take the gun
And call the m********** house and let mama know
I got the callico just incase the drama go
Way too far and trust me you don't want that
You don't want me aimin straight for ya fitted cap
I been thru a whole bunch of s*** my life time
The cops in the hood they suppose to fight crime
But the cops in my hood they cut side deals
Now look at my wheels, now look at my grill
It feel good to be a millionaire so young
Gon'and catch twenty two as I pack fo'guns
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a glock in my ride
I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive
To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame
I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name
Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets
I'm a G-so f*** that I'm out cookin with ease
I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90
I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-f*** boy, I'm a G
[Verse 2: Young Noble]
They say I'm stuck in my ways and I prolly won't change
And the way that we was raised, s*** we gotta get paid
Call us money over b****** in this scandalous age
Like my n***** all gone-ain't nobody to save
And look at me I grew crookedly
Saw [? ] on the block-blowin trees in like 20 degrees
In the huddle it's a hustle don't get it confused
I know n***** who stack dimes like Mr.Schrooge
I know n***** who pack nines quick as they use
This is the blues that street s*** that do what it do
You gotta watch how you move youngin, ya freedom-ya life
You might lose somethin youngin-tryna prove somethin youngin
You gotta be a man on ya own-no crew or nothin
n***** pop that pop but n***** ain't doin nothin
Nob'stay humble-till you cross that line
Cross me you gon'see you only got one time
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a glock in my ride
I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive
To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame
I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name
Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets
I'm a G-so f*** that I'm out cookin with ease
I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90
I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-f*** boy, I'm a G
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
I got respect from the Bloods, I got respect from the Crips, s***
Everywhere I go I keep a extra clip, s***
Cause if you slip n**** it might be over
You heard Game Over, you seen the Range Rover
The CD changed over, I'm jammin Noble's s***
That Cloverland, that Botany Boy's, that Screwed Up Click, that Clover s***
You n***** talk all that s*** but you don't back it up
And please don't get shot in the head cause they can't patch ya up
[Verse 4: Young Noble]
It's the m********** movement-the truth is
n***** can't do it like we do this
Nah don't compare us to ya'll
We Outlawz from day one in the game
Stayed true from day one in the game
Through the love and the pain
Nothin to gain but respect in the game
And this s*** gon'live on way after we gone
Real n***** keep pushin along
Real n***** keep gettin it on, sing 'em a song
Gyeah(I'm A G)I don't know about you
Look I don't know about you*repeat 2x*
Gyeah, It's Flip Gates... my n**** Noble
Clover G's, H-Town... Southside
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Ay Look I'm A G and that's the family tradition
f*** bein broke my n**** I'm on a mission
I was fifteen with a bag full of dope
While ya'll was learnin math n**** I was cookin c**e
I use to ride with my uncle, he use to make the runs
He told me if he didn't come out to take the gun
And call the m********** house and let mama know
I got the callico just incase the drama go
Way too far and trust me you don't want that
You don't want me aimin straight for ya fitted cap
I been thru a whole bunch of s*** my life time
The cops in the hood they suppose to fight crime
But the cops in my hood they cut side deals
Now look at my wheels, now look at my grill
It feel good to be a millionaire so young
Gon'and catch twenty two as I pack fo'guns
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a glock in my ride
I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive
To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame
I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name
Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets
I'm a G-so f*** that I'm out cookin with ease
I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90
I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-f*** boy, I'm a G
[Verse 2: Young Noble]
They say I'm stuck in my ways and I prolly won't change
And the way that we was raised, s*** we gotta get paid
Call us money over b****** in this scandalous age
Like my n***** all gone-ain't nobody to save
And look at me I grew crookedly
Saw [? ] on the block-blowin trees in like 20 degrees
In the huddle it's a hustle don't get it confused
I know n***** who stack dimes like Mr.Schrooge
I know n***** who pack nines quick as they use
This is the blues that street s*** that do what it do
You gotta watch how you move youngin, ya freedom-ya life
You might lose somethin youngin-tryna prove somethin youngin
You gotta be a man on ya own-no crew or nothin
n***** pop that pop but n***** ain't doin nothin
Nob'stay humble-till you cross that line
Cross me you gon'see you only got one time
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a glock in my ride
I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive
To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame
I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name
Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets
I'm a G-so f*** that I'm out cookin with ease
I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90
I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-f*** boy, I'm a G
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
I got respect from the Bloods, I got respect from the Crips, s***
Everywhere I go I keep a extra clip, s***
Cause if you slip n**** it might be over
You heard Game Over, you seen the Range Rover
The CD changed over, I'm jammin Noble's s***
That Cloverland, that Botany Boy's, that Screwed Up Click, that Clover s***
You n***** talk all that s*** but you don't back it up
And please don't get shot in the head cause they can't patch ya up
[Verse 4: Young Noble]
It's the m********** movement-the truth is
n***** can't do it like we do this
Nah don't compare us to ya'll
We Outlawz from day one in the game
Stayed true from day one in the game
Through the love and the pain
Nothin to gain but respect in the game
And this s*** gon'live on way after we gone
Real n***** keep pushin along
Real n***** keep gettin it on, sing 'em a song