Freddie Gibbs - From Tha G lyrics

One time for your mind, uhh Yo, creepin' rollin in my ole green hoopty Trunk quakin' n***as can't take it, b**h sue me You boys don't move me, I blow my green I get high while I drive, yea thats my routine On the daily..I go kiss my momma on the cheek Throw my nikes on my feet, roll a sweet, and I hit the street Rest in peace to my cousin, we buried him last week Hopefully the day they don't put me under the concrete, I peep These n***as reaction when I pa** em Smile at a playa, but really they wanna blast em Really for no reason, but beefin' is everlastin' Rather walk up and shoot em, then simply walk up and ask em How can we get along? Crackers knowin' its wrong 1 deceased, 1 in jail, 2 n***as with 1 stone This the type of sh** we face in this place that I call home Some n***as just gettin' by, some n***as is gettin' known And I ain't got time for b**hes Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G So I ain't got time for b**hes Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G Yup, most n***as from the G ain't one hundred Get in the mix with a b**h n***a, you'll learn from it I done seen n***as get burn from it and locked down I only f** with certain n***as when I come around Big rock, fingeroll, Heddin, them my n***as Willy picked up the liquor, J.P. done rolled up the swisha E-Dub and Ironwood, D-Edge and Ivoe Derett, Turtlebanks, my n***as from Chicago And all the hoes I know, you know I got love for yea Hard dick, hard liquor could k** up a blood for yea Hoes sneaky they be creepin', like leeches...they blood s**as f** with me cause Freddie Gibbs ain't your typical motherf**er (Nahh) I'm way to cool to be a fool for a broad Cause b**h I'd rather hit the mall with my motherf**in' dawgz I cut a lot of motherf**ers off though Now they got my dick in they mouth, f** what you thought ho And I ain't got time for b**hes Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G So I ain't got time for b**hes Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G Baby I been blowin' k** in different area codes Southern Cali, Southern Texas, and Southern Florida hoes Put my b**h up in the tiki, but n***a hot in the cold Summertime to the winter these n***as dump and reload Bustin' until they hit it, plenty wigs get splitted In a city full of crooked polices and politicians I be all in different parts of the country, different adventures But I never could forget about 17th and Virginia Land of lost hope, clouds of mill smoke Community devoured by hard, and soft dope Addicts they can't cope, Vice Lords and Folks Every man for himself these n***as is cuttthroat I flow coast to coast where the Gs' be at Nothin' but pride in my city and I bleed for that I love Gary, Indiana like weed and yack Even if they don't love me back, I'm gettin' scratch So I ain't got time for b**hes Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G So I ain't got time for b**hes Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G Yupp