Art Morera - Ten G's lyrics

[Verse 1: Art Morera] Honestly can't remember when I wrote this Just remember being home sick at the wheel Be aware of who you deal with And don't front 'em cuz when they start running you're gonna Find yourself on a Few field trips to recoup and scoop up your meal tickets How can we still kick it? You are no longer real to me, it feels different No foundation to build with me You crack under pressure, f** you smokin, what k**ed Whitney? If you're joking I'm hearing crickets No kiddin', it's not funny Know who's laughing? Nobody Hurt your feelings? I'm so sorry But f** it, them ba*tards they did me dirty like 'of this sh**, I'm Osiris Spittin sick and the flow a virus All these zombie a** bullsh**tin' rappers can go and bite it Long as you know who the tightest is But since you've been listening, I feel like I'm Goku when I'm writing And this immortal so if you gotta go, cool I'll be right here rhyming when you press play Some things are just way to hard to explain I just rise above them all When you spit tight, ideas ignite as if I might've left the oven on Now whatchamacall that? A double entendre? Run this back if you want me to give you peace of mind Like John Lennon on a harmonica Morera the moniker This is the chronicles of a man who could've lost at a hearing From all that loud chronic he sold Fresh air in a cloud of smoke [Hook: Art Morera] I counted ten G's, dawg I was like (Yes!) the first time I counted ten G's [Verse 2: Art Morera] I counted ten G's steering with my knees Only driver swerving was staring at me 'f**in' lame, stay in your lane' I looked over and told him But really, can you blame him? Lord knows that I was broke once, had to make a change You would be grossed out if you knew what my pay in gross was How can a guy from my city operate at Such a high velocity? Poppa raised a rolling stone, there's no moss on me The f** are we talkin' bout? I'm too stoned to be gossiping Too grown to be caught slipping, I mean, you know? Too old to be writing rhymes in my mom's kitchen All I follow is God's wisdom, I'm bout to delete my twitter I'm out in the streets gettin' it Got a fan base regardless of how low it be This for y'all so much love to who's following me If you called and I missed it, I was prolly asleep Dreamt about a noose around my neck as I fall in defeat So check it, wake me up out my slumber if you have my phone number, won't ya? Thoughts of a rope got your boy going under, damn [Hook: Art Morera] One time I counted forty G's Took my cut off the top and returned it to the plug that fronted me My word is A1 times three I counted ten G's I counted ten G's