vagabond

yeah g walking through NYC looking at the crowd watching them bow. Lyrical misiah not a lier keeping it clean just like the umpire I'm on fire. g rolling through the hood looking up think you should look over your shoulder this shit ain't over. yeah g don't got none because he ain't gonna run he just wanna have fun with his gun. when thugs be seeing g they all begin to flee like the lock not gonna mock just chilling looking to rock the clock wit my glock. G never disappointed making his track make the girls have a heart attack just looking to stack for the impact I'm about to mack. I don't smoke smack and don't do drugs that shit ain't for real thugs just like the bugs sweept up under the rug not looking for a hug cause I'm a thug.