Ya ya let’s go hustle 5-star room me and the boys open bar let’s go be a star live it luxury car G star let’s get this done harry shooter just pulled 31 to 38 good to know my 38 stub catcher be ready you don’t wantabe hesitate about staying face check yourself and your race can’t you see the real G and I grew up not having a good life or a dad but made me proud to be anything but him grew up a G caused by young Ass and wrong seen more then most but was raised with a degree in street life What I grew up to be was a based G star lucky your alive and not dead from stray bullet to the head no race just looking for my next home I take my time slow pace aim shoot case gone without a trace show me grace fewer mistakes Less headaches more green time with Marty c on my time this is my town mission city all about it time what time johnnybatts time all crazy cutting cafeteria fed time fuck fed beds and fuck jail reds we be hustling and banging spit slanging like coming at you from mission and around Vancouver BC standing up tall no feet dragging home of BC bud like you be begging and me don’t you see I’m the OG of the green Christmas tree my 420 tree about ready to walk off and say free on it because Christmas tree took to long fucking legs on it never goes away and it be laughing like a hippy gone away Nones ever seen so nice without and bud tipping they be saying fuck she ever good dark and green by all who seen it’s well enough to have been face in public green no disgrace George Washington first mistake who be the best in line with all the rest as a test in time it’s my bliss to be a bless to be a huge success in something better then-reminiscing about nothing just spit and rym get those beats so hard they want to bleed your voice from deep within your lyric brain in side that membrane