[Verse 1: Alex]
(Hello is this recording? Hello?)
(Hey Alex, get on the stage. We need you, bro. We need you.)
Wake up in the morning and I grab myself a drink
If it's not alcoholic, I'll throw it in the sink
Because I need to get drunk before I watch TV
Or else I may just fall right back to sleep
Cause it ain't EASY to be such a G
Wherever I go, I got girls all over me
And I, get that money
Cowards and shook ones, I leave them bloody
[Verse 2: Alex]
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't got it. Got what?
That console sh** that you fools get wrapped up
And all that jazz but
You dont take back when
You know that PC is better
For the cheddar
More games for your dollar
The signs of a true baller
Holla!
I don't give a f** about you or your call of duty crew
What you gonna do when N.I.P. comes for you?
They gonna slay ya with the AK-ah
47 layers of pain, leave your shirts stained
With the brains, of your team mates
Don't know sh** about games
Get real kid, the true god is Gabe!
(Yeah, motherf**ing Gabe, n***a!)