[Intro]
\nDamn
\nWait, hol’ on, huh?
\nLike
\n
\n[Chorus: CR77]
\nWord to bro, I’m uppin’
\nDon’t even try to keep on runnin’, bro
\nI got my G-Lock
\nEverything dead, I’m ‘boutta spin the block
\nDon’t try to run unless I got the G-Lock, nigga
\nLike, who?
\nAnd hey, have I ever seen a joint but I knew it?
\nHave I ever lit a joint with my music?
\nOh hell no, nigga, no I haven’t
\n
\n[Verse 1: CR77]
\nSwear to god that everybody on my dick
\nSo, I’m spinnin’ through the block, now I’m ‘boutta up that clip
\nLike, word to bro, I’m spinnin’ through the block
\nYou can’t do nothin’ about it, cause I got me a G-Lock
\nEverything dead, word to I’m finna’ up it
\nDon’t even try to keep on talkin’, word to bro, I’ma leave you on read
\nI might as well keep talkin’ reckless, y’all niggas do not see me
\nWord to bro, I’m always steppin’, y’all niggas do not see me
\nEvery single time I go to strip, y’all niggas see what I be doin’, and you don’t even have a clue
\nYou see what I do, they listen to my music, and they don’t see me as a rapper, they see me as a-
\nThey listen to myself, but they ain’t really do shit
\nI’m spinnin’ through the block, all my-, uh
\nI’m always up here, I’m doin’ all the music
\nYou cannot rap like me, nigga, what you doin’?
\n
\n[Chorus: CR77]
\nWord to bro, I’m uppin’
\nDon’t even try to keep on runnin’, bro
\nI got my G-Lock
\nEverything dead, I’m ‘boutta spin the block
\nDon’t try to run unless I got the G-Lock, nigga
\nLike, who?
\nAnd hey, have I ever seen a joint but I knew it?
\nHave I ever lit a joint with my music?
\nOh hell no, nigga, no I haven’t
\n
\n[Verse 2: G-Many]
\nHop out many doors nigga, it’s G-Many nigga
\nI don’t care about you niggas, so I’m ‘boutta slide, Lil’ nigga
\nI don’t care about these niggas no-more, I’m wit’ Luh Helium
\nAnd I’m wit’ CR77, what you tryna do?
\nEvery time, I be spinnin’ through that freakin’ block now
\nAny time, you can get hit wit’ this fuckin’ G
\nAny time, you can get hit wit’ the fuckin’ B
\nEvery single day I see you, every time I see you again
\nI might as well keep throwing’ again, word to bro, I’m uppin’ it
\nA nigga play wit’ me, get beat up like he a fuckin’ puppet
\nA nigga play wit’ me, get torn like he a fuckin’ toy
\nEvery single time I see you, you gon’ get hit
\nI don’t care if you got happiness or you got joy
\nI don’t care if you got happiness or you got joy
\nI don’t care if you sad, or you got sadness inside you, cause I’ma still hit you up no matter what
\nIt’s the hood after all, you cannot escape me
\nIt’s the hood after all, you cannot escape this
\nWe in the trenches, we always doin’ this shit
\nWe always watchin’ up the score, and what you freakin’ doin’?
\nHuh, listen to me as I speak
\nThey don’t listen to me, but they wanna see my peak
\nThey don’t listen to me and they see what I’m doin’
\nHol’ on, I’m G-Many in the streets
\nI’m wit’ CR double 7, what we ‘finna do?
\nWe spinnin’ through the block, they really don’t understand what I do for the strip
\nThey listen to me, but what do they say?
\nThey see me, and they don’t listen to my music
\nI’m G-Many, you don’t understand what I do
\nI’m always over here bangin’ lead up in my city
\nWe spinnin’ through the block, we ‘boutta make it litty
\nAnd I’m fuckin’ outta this bitch, nigga
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\n[Verse 3: CR77]
\nI swear to god, y’all couldn’t do it
\nI see you again, word to bro, I’m comin’ through there
\nI’m CR77
\nThey listen to G-Many, and what do they say? Hol On’
\nThey listen to me, and what do they say, nigga?
\nI’m out
\nAnd these niggas suck dick, I don’t care
\nI listen to my music, and they don’t see me and they fear
\nThey listen to me, what the fuck do they say anyway?
\nI see you again, word to bro, I’m ‘boutta up it
\nDon’t even try to keep runnin’, pussy\n\n
